So, it's over. Book number 1, the Great Gatsby, was, well, not so great, in my mind. Why this is at the top of the all time book list, I don't know.
Gatsby is supposed to be one of the greatest American characters of all-time, but all I can think is that we hardly end up knowing exactly who he is. Nick Carroway, his neighbor and narrator of the story, on the other hand - much more worthy of the title...
Apparently the title was chosen by the publisher, and not Fitzgerald - who wanted to call it, last minute, "Under the Red, White, and Blue"...a better name, but not best. Yes, it was set in America, yes, it was during boom-time 1920s, but Fitzgerald plays down the era besides the parties at Gatsby's house.
After all of it, it is amazing how a woman can crumble a great man. And that was it! Done...what makes Gatsby so great?
It was, however, an easy read, and pleasant to be able to finish on the ferry to Poet's Cove Resort this weekend.
On to book number 2. Although now I have been distracted by The Diplomat's Wife...chilling, romantic, with a swipe of history. What's not to love?
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