If You Could Read Anything, What Would You Choose?

When I was about 12, perhaps 13, my mom had that odd conversation with me about “You know you can read anything you want as long as you recognize not everything you read is true?” I’m not certain what prompted that discussion. You may think that she found a girly magazine in my bedroom, but I assure you that wasn’t the case.

I do, however, recall my response. Oh, not what I said to my mother that evening. I walked down to Kelty’s bookstore and I bought the Great Gatsby. I don’t know why that book is the one that I selected when I could read anything I wanted.

I’ve read it several times since (two or three times for school and I’ve read it pleasurably as an adult once or twice).

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