This is a book that I wouldn't read or promote if the "author" was still alive. F. Scott locked his wife in their home multiple times, stole her writings, used her body, personality, and words verbatim to bring to life characters, became jealous whenever she was recognized for anything and was generally a nasty human. But put that all aside, as he is dead...

And I just love this book. You can clearly feel a woman's perspective and feelings in several parts (he and his wife literally documented that he stole good parts of this book from her journals) and the whole book just reads as a very thoughtful and wonderful piece considering what it means to live the American dream and what the fall out is of "making it". It is an American classic for a reason and I thoroughly enjoyed it.