Gatsby's GrrrrrEAT!
I hate the book " The Great Gatsby ." There! I've said it! Or, I mean, hat ed . I hated Gatsby when I read it for the first time 15 years ago. As a 20 year old who was super into "Bridget Jones's Diary" and had just discovered David Sedaris, it's very possible that I didn't have the life experience and depth to understand the glory that is Great Gatsby. Very, very possible. But this summer, I revisited a bunch of the books of my youth! And since my mom and my sister and a bunch of my friends who are all much smarter than I am, love Gatsby, I decided to take another whack at it! And... um... I still don't get why it's a thing. There! I've said it! Or, I mean, I don't personally get it. I understand the reasons why other people like it. Usually they like it because it's a glitzy, perfect snapshot of the flapper generation. And because it's a searing indictment of the affluence and indifference of blah blah