Avid book reader. Lover of fantasy, contemporary fiction, short stories and non-fiction. This blog is a work in progress - and it will likely always be that way.
I could just never get the hang of this one. I tried, more than once, but I can't.
And yet I know that many of the things why I dislike the book are probably exactly what's supposed to make this book great. The completely disconnected, passive narrator who is utterly blinded by adoration.
The story could just as well be told by the oak tree next to the pool. One that is mesmerized by Gatsby though. It takes one very special oak tree to pull that one off.