The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Well, I enjoyed this book. That is after sifting through all of the useless and filler material. I enjoyed reading the fun parts, especially the last chapters. Certainly, I liked this book more than The House of Mirth, primarily because it is 50 pages less in length, but also, because it was not as dry and emotionless as the first novel. I think that the style of narration made this novel so much better. That is because it was actually a first hand account of a character who was looking back on the event. Instead of a narration given by an outside omniscient being. This novel particularly struck me as the typical cheesy love story that you would see on Hallmark or Lifetime. While that may be, Fitzgerald did a superb job of engaging the reader and capturing their attention and keeping it. I especially enjoy how the plot progressions were not really noticeable and that everything just kinda flowed together almost seamlessly. However, there was a lot of information that seemed pretty useless to me. It made me ask what it's purpose was to help to story. Often, I had trouble answering that question. This was an overall enjoyable, but confusing, novel to read.
"He seemed reluctant to put away the picture, held it for another minute, lingeringly, before my eyes" (Fitzgerald, 172 )
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