"You don't write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say." - F. Scott Fitzgerald
I should start by admitting that I won the Accelerated Reader contest in third grade. And fourth grade. And fifth grade. Reading has always been a large part of my life, more so in grade school, when my nightly routine ended by falling asleep with a book on my face, than my college years at Ole Miss, when my nights became a lot more social. There was a three to four year lull in my habitual reading, as I had a hard time finding a book that really grasped my attention enough to keep me away from the Oxford Square. 

Fast forward three years after college graduation. I'm 25 years old, it's spring of 2013, and The Great Gatsby comes out in theaters. Naturally, the bookworm in me insists that my husband and I see it during opening weekend - it's the only movie I've really wanted to see in a long, long time, and the book was my favorite assigned reading during high school. I liked the book so much that I even wrote my senior thesis about F. Scott Fitzgerald's personal life and career, which made it all the more important to go see Leonardo DiCaprio play Jay Gatsby, one of the most influential characters in my literary memory. While the film got mixed reviews, I was in the percentage that loved it. 

Recounting the events from the book sparked something in my mind. I wanted to learn more about Fitzgerald. I wanted to read. I wanted to find out what inspired this captivating story of the mysterious millionaire and his ultra-romantic affair with Daisy Buchanan. I found and read Z, a Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald, by Therese Anne Fowler. And so my blog begins.




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