Simply can't forget this book even after 4 years.
I think it would be appropriate to say that this book evokes truly complex emotions for me. This is because it is a book I studied during my high school English literature class. I felt a connection to the main character, "Gatsby," as I saw a bit of myself in his inability to let go of the past. Since I too was longing for my high school era I can never return to, no matter how much I might want to.
While it was simply a course material at the time, it would be a lie to say I didn't enjoy it. Immersed in those old memories and the sheer intrigue of the story, I've consistently re-watched the movie adaptation of The Great Gatsby for years. I originally though that it couldn't have been but one of the best selling books of Fitzgerald's times but I was quite shocked to find out that he was only acclaimed for his this masterpiece after the WW2. Maybe the public wanted something that could distract them from their reality, an unrealistic storyline that didn't remind them of their daily lives. Maybe that was the reason for their lukewarm reception towards it.
When I finished reading it, the lingering resonance was so strong that I wished I could go back and read the very first page all over again.
Life wasn't too bad when analyzing this book was one of my goals, just a short rant with some ai help to fully express my devotion and love for this book.
P.S. I kind of feel bad for every character in the book, there isn't one character(not even the poorly portrayed one's like Tom and Daisy) whom I had a dislike for.