Rhapsody in Green

I heard Rhapsody in Blue in the car this morning, while driving to work. Coincidentally, I had started re-reading The Great Gatsby during my downtime at work. Rhapsody in Blue and Gatsby are two pieces that have always gone together in my mind, the only two cultural touchstones of the 1920s that I've really been familiar with. Of course, Gatsby was part of my grade school curriculum, not once, but twice, due to the fact that I changed schools. I always felt rather intrigued by the whole wild '20s atmosphere presented in the book, and not just a little envious as well. However, it struck me recently that I've never actually read the whole damn thing! American classic, and one I enjoyed enough when I read pieces of it, but never sat down to absorb the whole thing. So, I've been picking it up while at work.

It's usually rare for me to actually read a piece of literature in my spare time. I can pretty much count the books I've done it for on one hand: 1984, Brave New World, Animal Farm. Hm, rather three fingers I suppose. Hopefully I'll persevere through the rest.