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The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald

It’s the feeling of a book in your hands, and especially the type of book you know people think is Good, so you don’t want to enjoy, and wind up enjoying anyway, because it’s not real, and it’s not surreal, really, but it’s rather human, and romantic, and aware that it’s fighting against reality with fragile dreams that will tear. And I’m so, so happy that I finally, finally—four years too late, at least—opened and finished this book.