The Great Gatsby is one of those books I didn't properly appreciate in high school. I read superficially but missed most of the meaning. Fortunately, years later, I went back and read it for fun. I don't know if it was just the passage of time or the fact I was reading by choice, but it made all the difference. There's part of me that's thanking my long-ago English teacher now for putting this book in front of me.