I read this book my sophomore year of high school and I loved it, mainly for the view on elitism (ya know rich people). I hate several of the characters, but I know that they were written like that on purpose. I do like that nobody ends up happy. Gatsby dies and only three people come to his funeral, his father, Nick, and some random dude who left his shoes at the mansion. We all die alone, we're buried alone, and we will share our afterlife with no one but ourselves. Fitzgerald knew that, and so does Nick. It's the sad truth, and Fitzgerald knew exactly how to get that into his book without creating an overly depressing story. 10/10
(Nick and Jay are totally gay)