Great Gatsby

Here is the problem with dreams: they die hard. When Nick Carraway arrives in West Egg, Long Island, in the summer of 1922, he finds himself neighbor to the mysterious Jay Gatsby, a man who throws parties so extravagant that guests arrive without invitation and leave without knowing their host. But Gatsby's wealth is a mirage built on bootleg liquor and darker secrets, all in service of one obsession: Daisy Buchanan, the golden girl Nick's cousin married years ago. What follows is a portrait of ambition so fierce it bends reality, of love so stubborn it survives even when it shouldn't, and of an American Dream revealed as a hollow, glittering lie. Fitzgerald's prose crackles with longing and irony in equal measure, each sentence a champagne bubble hiding something rotten underneath. Nearly a century later, the novel still cuts because nothing has changed. We still believe in green lights.