BOOK #8 - Another classic I only skimmed when I was forced to read it in high school. Reading it now, I really enjoyed how Fitzgerald found such unique and evocative ways to describe the physicality of his characters. I also really loved this passage:
“We passed a barrier of dark trees, and then the facade of Fifty-ninth Street, a block of delicate pale light, beamed down into the park. Unlike Gatsby and Tom Buchanan, I had no girl whose disembodied face floated along the dark cornices and blinding signs, and so I drew up the girl beside me, tightening my arms. Her wan, scornful mouth smiled, and so I drew her up again closer, this time to my face.”
