Today on Twitter super-agent Janet Reid suggested that in honor of the Summer Solstice we all read (or reread) Fitzgerald's "The Great Gatsby."
That Gatsby has endured to be one of the most oft-referenced novels of the last hundred years aside, the book is short enough to actually make good on that particular call-to-action (plus, it's a great excuse to step away from my computer in the bat cave and frolic out on the patio with my own dog-eared copy of the slender book).
Gatsby first came out in 1925, was published by Scribner, and was dedicated (once again) to Zelda. Every time I crack the yellowed cover, I get lost in the cocktail party of it all. The glorious bad behavior of the entitled. The unapologetic wielding of adverbs and dangerous bursts of passion within the dialogue. West Egg. Tom and Gatsby. Daisy and Jordan. Fingerbowls of champagne. Oh, it's just the perfect summer read, don't you think?
Not to mention the right choice to herald the beginning of shorter days to come.