Like everyone, it seems, I read Gatsby in high school.  I wrote answers on high school tests that earned "A"s, then pretty much forgot about it.  It meant nothing to me at the time.  Seeing the movie compelled me re-read the book.  It meant so much more to me now that I've lived a bit, and have been witnessing the…

I also enjoyed it a great deal.  The day after seeing the movie I re-read the book and was impressed at how faithful the film was to the book (except for the framing device, which was unnecessary but, I thought, also harmless).  For me Moulin Rouge was unwatchable (the trailer alone gave me a headache), but in this…

No. I just re-read it.  The owl-eyed fellow in the library is impressed that Gatsby's books are real books rather than empty cardboard fakes, but he notes that Gatsby didn't go so far as to cut the pages — i.e., he wasn't pretending that he had actually read the books.