Review Of The Great Gatsby Novel Novels & Stories

By the time they arrived, Lily was a bundle of nerves stuffed into satin. The ballroom took her breath away the second she stepped inside. Chandeliers glittered overhead, casting light across polished marble floors. Waiters in crisp uniforms floated between clusters of men and women in diamonds and silk. Laughter chimed like glassware, and the air smelled faintly of champagne and expensive perfume. Lily’s jaw nearly hit the floor. “Oh my God. This is—this is The Great Gatsby in 4K.” Alex walked beside her with the unbothered confidence of someone who had grown up in this world. Every head turned as he passed, whispers trailing behind him like ripples in water.

I sat myself down on the thin bed she had on the floor, seeing an alarm clock that had a setting of 3:30 am while she had a few books scattered throughout the area. 'The Great Gatsby' 'Nicholas Nickelby' 'Catcher in the Rye' along with a few I didn't recognize, yey they were all classics. All things that just showed how truly remarkable she was. Thumbing through the novels I was taken aback by the amount of notes she had within the margins, she was truly a remarkable person, brilliant at that. Her compassion through her hardships, her sheer unwavering love or want to be kind to others even when shunned for most of her life just proves that she was always meant to be Luna, my Luna.

Since she had woken me up from sleep and I couldn't go back to bed, I decided to read my favorite novel of all time – The Great Gatsby. I closed the book as soon as I heard loud sounds coming from Justin's apartment. "Is that? Oh my God, that is Grace moaning." I said with the realization. How shameless can they both be? I had a feeling she was deliberately doing that to spike me up and it was working. I tried to concentrate and go back to the book I was reading but her moans were just getting louder – I needed to get out of here. I picked up my phone and dialed Stella's number. It was the only thing my head could come up with at that time.

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.

She stopped abruptly, then turned to me, “What are your favourites? I mean, apart from Pride and Prejudice. I tilted my head, “You want to know?” She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and I wished I had noticed it first. “Tolstoy, Fitzgerald, and Baldwin.” “The Great Gatsby?” She asked, “Of course, you're the type of man who'll admire Gatsby. Rich, brilliant but lonely as hell.” She went on a full rant about Gatsby then, her hands gesturing animatedly, and I never wanted her to stop. Her voice rose when she remembered something new and fell when she was trying to figure out if she got something right.

"Thanks. Got a book in mind?" "Yeah, 'The Great Gatsby' by F. Scott Fitzgerald," I say, and she points me to where it might be. "Just one left should be along that wall. Good luck." With that, she heads back to her desk. After about 10-15 minutes of searching, I finally spotted it on the fifth shelf. As I reach for the book on the fifth shelf, I find myself stretching on my tiptoes, struggling to grab it. But then, I start to tip backward, almost taking a tumble.

I have a class to attend, he is in detention, his punishment can’t get any worse than that but mine can. Hurrying to the literature section, I pick out the first copy of The Great Gatsby I find on the rows of shelves with first edition novels. A crumpled note falls out as I am about to tuck it into my bag, I look around to see if anyone is here but there’s no one within walking distance. I open the note and frown. It is a letter. A handwritten letter.

Edward Swift has not moved from where he had been sitting earlier and he still had the same book in his hands. After the tall man left the room I waited until Edward would put his book down and actually listen to what I have to say but he didn’t. I realized that he wasn’t reading the book but just staring at the pages considering how his eyes didn’t move along the lines and how he would not turn the pages over. “The Great Gatsby, what a book.” I awkwardly said. “You have read this book?” he asked with that terrifying frown still on his face. “Yes” I lied. I haven’t read the book but I have seen the movie “It was such a shame that a man like Gatsby had to die for a crime he didn’t commit.” I

she said smiling "alright guys I hope everyone read the first four chapters of The Great Gatsby because the worksheets I'm passing out is one of the last assignments you have before your report card is handed out, so I suggest doing the assignment" Ms. Simmons said "Kyla put that book away, If I see any books or phones you will be sent to the principals office; you should've did the assignment" Kyla rolled her eyes and then put the book back in her bag how hard was it to read four chapters I thought to myself as I started on the worksheet

The sixth form college had its last week before Christmas break. Theo argued about the ending of The Great Gatsby on the penultimate day with the specific furious investment of someone who had decided the question mattered and wasn’t going to let it go until it was resolved. I let him argue for twenty minutes before I said, “Fitzgerald didn’t give you resolution because resolution would have been a lie, the green light stays green because some things are supposed to stay out of reach.” Theo looked at me. “That’s depressing,” he said. “It’s honest,”