The Great Gatsby

The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald I have this thing for short novels, where everything's written in impossibly beautiful language, that have bittersweet endings.

It is all because of this book.

I was all prepared to hate it, and then it came on to me, with its voices full of money, and can't change the past, and shirts - oh god the shirts - and then... that orgiastic light...

There is nothing I can criticise about this book. To me, this book is what all other books should aspire to be. I think it's interesting that this book, which should have nothing to do with me, an then-sixteen, female, Scot, has everything to do with me, and everything to do with influencing my tastes in literature. Until this point, I had no idea it could be THAT good.

Everything I studied at school I was less than fussed about then BAM. This and Hamlet both in one year. Clearly they messed up (or clearly I have a thing for tortured main characters who meet a grisly end, you pick).