It's no surprise to anyone that I have a great love for classic literature. You know, the stuff they forced you to read in your high school english class? You may not know that I originally began college with full intentions of becoming and English teacher. Before it was over I had sold out those dreams to journalism to obtain a Bachelor of Science rather than art degree. All because I wanted to graduate faster, and didn't want to pursue any more foreign languages. Oh, how youth is wasted on the young, right?Sometime in my late 20s I fell in love with classic literature, and that's what I've been reading the past few years. I finished Gone with the Wind last month, and during the time I was patiently awaiting the arrival of Scarlett from Thriftbooks I picked up Gatsby, a short novel and a quick and easy read from what I remembered. I wasn't disappointed, and I was really intrigued by the things that of course, my high school mind didn't pick up on the first time I read Gatsby all those years ago.
Something that stuck out to me that I deemed blog worthy was the ending. *Spoiler Alert!* If there's anyone in the whole wide world that hasn't read Gatsby, watched one of the movies, or at least read your Sparknotes for your 9th grade English class, stop reading now! LOL. Hey, there may be one person in the world still yet that doesn't know how The Great Gatsby ends! If you do know, please continue with me :)