...after reading this book I felt as though I had missed something; as though I had skipped a chapter or two and missed some vital part of the storyline. I really didn’t understand why it was considered such an incredible book. I guess I should read it again (maybe I did skip a chapter?)...

I suppose I’ll just grudgingly say it’s worth reading if only to savor Fitzgerald’s use of language. He truly is masterful at painting a picture and tenderly caressing a phrase. But the plot CRAWLS until about midway through, then it explodes like mishandled nitroglycerin at the denoument.

Probably worth reading once, but I shan’t do it again :/