I had been meaning to read the Great Gatsby for a long time now. Its reputation as a marvellous novel is undeniable, but what finally made me read the book was the beautifully written first page. I found the rest of the novel just as masterfully executed; it's easily the best-written novel I have read in a good while.
Beyond the language, I'm not so sure about the story itself. One can appreciate this novel on so many levels, and I fear there is a lot more to it than I have grasped. Perhaps a second reading may reveal additional aspects of the book, depths that have remained hidden from me the first time.
Regardless, turning the last page left me with a bittersweet feeling and the sense that I had read something profound, something timeless.
