Talk nerdy to me.
Hiatus = lots of free time, and lots of free time = getting to do things I don’t get to do much of during the season, like read. Over the past month, I’ve indulged my inner bookworm (my parents told me a few years ago that they were worried about me when I was little because I read so much. Funny things that concern parents…) and have caught up on the reading I didn’t do from August to May. I think I’ve read 9 books since the beginning of June. I can only think of one book I actually read from cover to cover during Season 5. What can I say, I’m overdue.
Anyway, I went to the library yesterday (see conversation with 10 year old about Helen Keller below) and checked out several books, one of them being The Great Gatsby. Not exactly what comes to mind when one thinks of poolside summer reading, but I’ve never been a “The Devil Wears Prada” sort of girl. (I admit, I read it - on a cruise one summer, and hated it. But - it helped me form my theory that terrible books make better movies, and great books often make bad movies.)
Again, back to Gatsby. I’ve, strangely enough, never read it - neither by choice or required by a syllabus, which is even stranger considering that I majored in English (creative writing, but still - I took lit classes). I even took a lit class called “The 20th Century Great American Novel.” How the hell did this book get past that one??
I read the book in one day and all I have to say is this: holy hell, what a great fucking book.
That’s right, I (try to) reserve the f word for moments of great importance, and also for great literature, like any true lady would.