If I’ve ever wanted to stop reading a book, it was this one. I hated reading it. The storyline wasn’t *horrible*…it was okay. But Fitzgerald rambled on and on and on about things totally irrelevant to situations throughout the entire book. From paragraph to paragraph, he often skipped forward or backward vast amounts of time. He used a great deal of French, in vocabulary as well as conversations. There were a couple annotations including translations in the text but not nearly for every instance…I found it very annoying. F. Scott took a long time to write this book and it shows. The first half was a horrible read. It got better in the second half, especially at the end. It was almost as if F. Scott got bored with his own random ramblings and he decided to hurry and finish it up, just sticking to the main points. If he would have done that with the entire book, it would have made a HUGE difference and perhaps the reading would not have been so awful. I decided to read this because I greatly enjoyed The Great Gatsby….that’s what I get for assuming this would be a great read as well. Disappointed to say the least.
Source: Goodreads. Marcy.