I can't tell you how many times I've picked up The Great Gatsby with the intent of falling hopelessly head over heels in love with the prose, but it never really grabbed me - which didn't make sense.
The novel is set in a time period that I find endlessly fascinating and, if nothing else, Baz Luhrmann co-wrote and directed the recent film. As much as it pained me to do so, I vowed to read the book before I'd see the movie ... so I still haven't seen the movie.
I've been catching up on all of the Vlogbrothers YouTube videos and finally hit a point where I had to make a great literary decision. John Green heads the Vlogbrothers book club and his 2011 pick was The Great Gatsby. It was either read and participate, or have the plot completely spoiled once and for all.
Now, if John Green tells me to read something, I'm going to read it. Enough said. So I picked up my repeatedly abandoned copy of F. Scott Fitzgerald's 1925 masterpiece, drew a hot bath and read the first two chapters.
And that was my great happy for the day, because I thoroughly enjoyed it! I'm not sure why, but The Great Gatsby stuck this time and I finally see all the beauty and significance that the rest of the world sees.
In the spirit of a Buffy (the Vampire Slayer) metaphor, I'm no longer Great Gatsby cookie dough. I am a Great Gatsby cookie.