We studied this in Senior English. I was seventeen years old. All these years later I finally re-read it, and I'm adding another star. It's hard to believe how much of the depth I missed back then, when I was a dewy-eyed whelp with no life experience. My focus at that time was on the excesses and drunken debauchery of the Roaring '20s. This book is a masterpiece. My strongest impression on this second reading was how much all of us are like Gatsby, to varying degrees. We all cherish memories of a time in our lives when everything was so right and magical. What wouldn't we give to find a way to recapture that feeling of love and wholeness?