I've always, since I was a boy, loved reading. Not everything, but a piece of this and that. Literature, for sure, is not my favorite genre. It always revolves in an authors objective to prove something or to show some truth in it's text, and, even though I'm not a terrible metaphor reader, some elude me. The great gatsby was one of those books until it's end. If it wasn't for class discussion I believe that I would not have understood a thing.
But, with help, we got trough the rough parts and unscrambled an interesting story about love, money, music and the American dream. With that I think that I can, quite surely say, that the great gatsby is indeed a master piece. The work that F. Scott Fitzgerald made with the descriptions in the book are so inpiring that people seek it before writing anything that envolves the same thematic.
I enjoyed the deepness of each character and how the story unfolds trough rapid dialogues. But the best part, for me, was the end. The last two chapters are filled with emotion and action and made the whole novel worth reading.
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