Novels By F Scott Fitzgerald Novels & Stories

But I really wasn't ready to go inside and face my fears. “I'll be right back.” “Take your time.” Zeke says, pulling out a thin, paperback book from his pocket. I notice the title and smile when I see that he is reading The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. “I have my book to keep me occupied.” “It's a pretty good book.” I tell him with a smile. “It must be. This is my fourth time reading it.” He tells me with a grin and I chuckle. He and I are so much alike. I reread my favorite books too; I've read Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte six times.

With the start of the novel, her fingers moved in a flow, the words went in a flow, she spent her day and night in front of the laptop, 3 weeks later, her book was done, she wiped her tears as she stared at her completed manuscript. “Whoa!” Tasha yelled from behind, “What the hell have you been doing?” She blinked at the condition of the room, there were stacks of cup noodles at the side, there were tissues scattered on the floor, her best friend looked like a zombie with the dark bags under her eyes.

The unfocused attention of letting something arrive in its own time. He stopped in front of the fiction section. Looked at a shelf. Reached out. Pulled a book without looking at what it was. Turned it over. Read nothing on the back. Just held it. The woman at the register was watching him. He could feel it. The quality of attention he was used to, but he could feel something from her gaze. He put the book back. Pulled another one. This one he actually read. *Tender is the Night.* Fitzgerald.

Standing on her tiptoes, she pulled down a thin paperback and turned toward him, proudly holding it out for him to see. Chris nodded, not surprised that one of her favorites was The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald. “American literary fiction. A total classic for high schoolers.” Fiona ran her hand across the faded cover and nodded. “I couldn’t put it down. And then my father rented the movie—the first movie with Robert Redford playing the part of Gatsby. I was hooked.” Chris liked the way she recalled the pleasant memory. Her smile wasn’t