*spoilers ahead if you haven't read The Great Gatsby* 
 The last thing this book needs is a review from little old me so I'll keep it short. I'm probably one of a select few who didn't read this in high school. 
 I loved the writing. I loved Gatsby, though I'm not sure how Mr. Carraway ever felt about him. He seemed torn between loving him and thinking he was a lying pompous d-bag. 
 Then we get into the Tom/Mistress/Daisy/Gatsby love square and my respect for Gatsby sort of went out the window. I get it, we are supposed to feel sympathy for this poor delusional boy who never really grew up, but yeah. He's a thirty something year old man. It didn't quite work for me. 
 I feel like this is a book that would have benefitted from more pages. I just didn't feel like the character development was there. I know, I know, this is blasphemy. 
 On the bright side- it saved me from watching the movie. Which is disappointing because I think Leo is probably a perfect Gatsby, but yeah. That ending. I can't watch that.