Novel & Cerita The Great Gatsby Book Reviews

I murmured, staring down at my calculus worksheet. "You don't have to thank me for respecting you, Tamine," Evans said, his voice a low, steady anchor in the chaotic cafeteria. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a battered paperback copy of The Great Gatsby. "Now, are you going to help me understand chapter seven, or are we going to sit here and glare at differential equations all period?" A genuine, relieved smile finally broke across my face. "Page 154, Thorpe. And if you make one more joke about the valley of ashes, I'm charging you double for this session."

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

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

But I didn't know why they were making such a big deal, if anything I'm helping them. The professor crossed his arms, just staring at me like I’d ruined his whole day. “Alright then,” he said, voice low but sharp. “Since you seem to know better, Miss…” “Lena Hart,” I replied quickly, my heart already beating fast. “Miss Hart,” he repeated, slowly, like my name tasted bitter in his mouth. “Tell me, what’s the deeper meaning behind the green light in The Great Gatsby?” I froze. Shit. I knew what most people said it meant—hope, dreams, blah blah—but the way he was staring at me told me that wouldn’t be enough. He wanted something deeper. Something more.

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.

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“Goodnight Aspen.” Aspen leaves with the book. It’ll be nice to have another friend. I don’t get to see Samantha much anymore so it’ll be nice to have Aspen around. He likes books like I do. I’ll have to make him a list to read while he is here. I scan the shelves and decide on to finally try The Great Gatsby. My teacher gave me a list of more advanced books to read that I would typically be reading when I reach high school. So far I’ve loved the books she recommended. The Giver was one of my favorites.

Far enough to give her the space her body was still asking for. Should say something. Something helpful. Something that proved I wasn't just muscle and anger and a stick on ice. Something wise. Had nothing wise. The book was on the counter. Gatsby. The only book I owned – the one she'd made me read, the one I'd gotten a B+ on, the one that had rearranged something in my head I didn't know could move. Dog-eared. Coffee-stained. Spine cracked at the part we'd argued about during our first tutoring session.

of course, I’m a bit quirky. How about you? Do you like books? I pulled up my second phone and logged into a burner account to search for her profile again. After a moment of intentional scrolling, I saw that she was obsessed with one book in particular. The Great Gatsby. I felt my interest pique, and before I could stop myself, I shot a quick text to the family's personal secretary; “Get me a copy of The Great Gatsby before nightfall tomorrow, Jones.” “On it, sir.” His response came in instantly, but I didn’t spare it a second glance as I threw the phone to the side and focused on my original.