

This book had little plot, and the MC was pretty unpleasant and selfish. This being semi-autobiographical makes me wonder if F. Scott Fitzgerald had any regrets or if this was just a recollection of his youth, fictionalized to a degree.
This served as an interesting time capsule; life in the 1920s seems so far removed from 2025, but at the same time, it's still very similar in a lot of ways.