Ahh this book. This book. It’s not a happy novel, or one with a promising ending, or one that’s particularly optimistic. However, I continually find myself coming back to this novel (or suggesting it to others) when I want to read something that is well-written, inclusive, and filled with love.
So who am I to review such an iconic novel like The Great Gatsby, or any classic for that matter? So much of Gatsby has been analyzed, critiqued, loved, abhorred by bored high-schoolers, etc., that it’s almost impossible to write something that would add to the canon of criticism
I’ve had Sophie’s Choice on my shelf for awhile – a very used 80’s style copy featuring young Meryl Streep and Kevin Kline. I have no idea when I bought it. I was recently reading The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion.