Seeing a lousy movie in the theatre yielded a much desired preview of the upcoming "Great Gatsby" movie. I was drooling over the scrumptious costumes. Not to mention Leo & that cutie Toby McGuire too.
I had never read the book. I knew nothing of the story just something about a rich guy blah blah blah.....
I started reading the book.
3 chapters in this is a conversation I have with my mother:
Me: "I started reading the 'Great Gatsby'"
Mom: "haven't you read that already?"
Me: "No, this is the first time I've read it. I don't know anything about it."
Mom: "Oh." pause "it's a really sad sad story." pause "I read it so long ago and I don't remember the story so much. I just remember it was so sad and tragic and sad."
I didn't pick up the book for at least 3 days after that. I hadn't reached the sad, tragic, sad part of the story and I was not too sure I wanted to.
I continued reading with anticipation of so sad, tragic, so sad in the forefront of my brain.
A couple chapters later....still nothing of sadness.
And then "BAM!" out of nowhere, it hit and didn't stop! Just kept on.....
And the sadness came. The tragic came. The sadness continued to the end.