Something about Zelda Fizgerald has always interested me. Actually, both Zelda and Scott are fascinating. It could be because when I think of them, I think of my grandparents. I am not sure why, my grandparents did not lead turbulent lives, but they did enjoy a good party.
I think I see a little of Zelda in myself as well. In this fictional story she says;
“I wish I could tell everyone who thinks we’re ruined, look closer…and you’ll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.”
I love that. I had always thought that about myself. I have always been judged based on assumptions, but I wish I could tell them the true story.
I haven’t finished this one yet, but it’s going to be great, I know it. It is written with all the southern wit I am so sentimental about. Reading the first few chapters feels reminiscent of reading The Help, another great southern novel.