Prior to beginning the book The Great Gatsby I prematurely decided that:
1) I would have to force my mind to focus on every single boring passage at hand (classics are supposed to be boring..right?)
2) The only thing that would get me through the book was picturing Leonardo DiCaprio acting as the cosmopolitan Jay Gatsby in the remake of the book on film (in theaters around Christmas. Not that I'm counting days. But seriously, look at him.)
However, as I began reading, I immediately related with Nick Carraway; his introduction of his love/hate relationship/admiration for Gatsby, his rash decision to be in the "bond business" , his spontaneous move to Long Island. He is a young man living among such powerful characters. He mentions his affordable ($80 per month) rent and loves that his house was such a steal (last season's Betsey Johnson sale heels anyone?); even if it does sit next to Gatsby's elaborate mansion.
When Daisy was introduced, I immediately fell for her charming personality. At the same time, I despised Tom for being such a jerk, alpha male, arrogant, disrespectful, and degrading man towards her.
This is all after only one chapter that I'm actually enjoying the book. I haven't even had the chance to drool over Leo yet.
I guess the moral of the story would be don't judge a book because it's an old classic. But do judge a book by its cover, because the cover is beautiful. I'd like to have it framed on my wall, actually.


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