Every spring, near the end, I begin to crave this book. I have read it every year since my junior year of high school. My dad reads it every spring as well. There's something about the story that sticks with you, haunts you (in a non-creepy fashion). I can't help it, I need this jazz-age sad story every spring.
"It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment."The Great Gatsby
title courtesy of the Counting Crows: Miller's Angels