The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald’s third book, stands as the supreme achievement of his career. This exemplary novel of the Jazz Age has been acclaimed by generations of readers. The story is of the fabulously wealthy Jay Gatsby and his new love for the beautiful Daisy Buchanan, of lavish parties on Long Island at a time when The New York Times noted “gin was the national drink and sex the national obsession,” it is an exquisitely crafted tale of America in the 1920s.

The Great Gatsby is one of the great classics of twentieth-century literature.

I purchased a copy of this book for my own reading.

The Great Gatsby, another literary giant, finally found its way onto my TBR and, thanks to my alphabet reading challenge, snuck into the list as the letter G. It’s a lauded literary classic that I’ve heard is both loathed by those who studied it at school, and loved in equal measure, so I was excited to tick off another classic novel.

After a couple of more disappointing reads so far, this one was a pleasure. It was a short read, yet it didn’t lack in any way. It’s a tale of love and of the excesses of high society in the Jazz Age. It looks back on the period of time when the narrator lived nextdoor to Gatsby in Rhode Island. It follows his observations of the austentatious parties, and the pursuit of once-lost love between Gatsby and the narrator’s cousin, Daisy.

Though the book is quite short, the story is filled with excess, high society and the pursuit of a dream that is no longer in sight. I was very surprised by how much I enjoyed this book, and it reignited my enjoyment of the literary classics.

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