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I'm supposed to love this book. It's a classic. It's the great American novel� as an English major I'm supposed to just worship every sentence of the book and praise its brilliance.

I don't like it though. I really don't. In fact, I downright dislike this book.

I hate every character in it. I hate the supposedly brilliant prose. I hate the supposedly clever symbolism. There is not a single thing in this damn book that I enjoy.

But Tim, it's a metaphor for the American Dream and� I get it, of course I get it. The symbolism is so blatant, how could I not get it?

Maybe I should reread it? How many times do I need to read it to enjoy it? I read it in Highschool. I read it in college (twice) and read it again years later to give it one last shot. I'm done with it. May I never touch this blasted thing again. 1/5 stars and a hatred that burns with the passion and fire of a thousand stars.

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Unless of course Gatsby is actually a Green Lantern, who is staring off into that distant green light as symbolism for his secret identity� he is also defeated by something yellow (a weakness of all green lanterns). Maybe when he's off at the parties he's actually off saving the world with super powers! Brilliant! 5/5 stars!

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No, it's not that fun. Back to the 1/5.