Will make anyone, even the reader not a fan of love stories, laugh will the wit of humor, scoff at the stupidity of the annoying antagonists, and smile favorably at the relationship of the core cast: Elizabeth and Darcy; Jane and Bingley. I knew Elizabeth Bennet as one of my favorite fictional heroines since I was seven, and she still is to inspire me.

I have wanted to read Fitzgerald since I was young, but I finally found a time when I could read Gatsby fully without hardly any interruption. I loved it more than I could ever think. I didn't want to finish the book, because I wanted to read it over and over forever. Each sentence is perfected in such an extravagant beauty that hasn't been matched by everything I've ever read before. Jay Gatsby is truly better than anyone he'd ever meet, except for his most loyal friend in the world.

My first thought is that this book, with such flagrant imagery to the surrounding world, houses no evil in the first letters preceding the story. I would of never have guessed the ending and I felt much more empathetic to the monster than I ever thought could. Victor Frankenstein unknowingly created a grief-stricken destiny for his time.

This book was 607 pages of epicness. There were a few dry chapters here and there, but altogether a well-plotted and very detailed story. I loved the chapter on cetology very much and anyone who is into that type of marine biology would benefit from that; the history of whaling that is discussed with killing and selling isn't forced.

The best part of the book can be summed up with two words: Sydney Carton. Immediately he seemed like he'd be the most disappointing, useless character in the whole story but that soon changed by the ending. His lines were the best and beautiful. All the other characters, except maybe Lucy and her husband and child, seemed to fill space in the heinous way of the Revolution.