Even at under two hundred pages, The Great Gatsby was a chore to read. Obviously, I’m not one for these types of books. I’ve never been able to finish The Catcher in the Rye, and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is probably one of the worst books I’ve read based in part on Harry’s whiny-ass attitude for the entirety of the novel.
I did appreciate that most of the people in this book die. Probably the only reason I gave it two stars instead of a single. Funnily enough, certain scenes reminded me of the movieBoogie Nights, and I gotta wonder if Paul Anderson was inspired by this lackluster, pretentious little book.
And finally, for those of you who would traipse your asses into my review space to tell me how wrong I am about this “classic”, I have this to say: This is my wife’s favorite novel. She knows about my feelings concerning this book. My love for her does not change the fact that I could piss on this book and walk away with an empty bladder and clear conscience. I suggest not coming into my review space to tell me why I’m wrong. If I don’t care about hating the love of my life’s favorite novel, you can image how much of a fuck I give for your opinion.
In summation: I will chalk this one up as a loss. I’m sure it’s me and my preferences that did not allow me to enjoy this over-written novella. One of those great pieces of literature that I do not understand because I has the dumb.
Final Judgment: Skip the book and watch this instead: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VEQRPm_HyA