My issue with Gatsby, after maybe 5 or 6 attempts at reading it, was that I could never bring myself to give a damn about ANY of the characters. It found it im

My issue with Gatsby, after maybe 5 or 6 attempts at reading it, was that I could never bring myself to give a damn about ANY of the characters. It found it impossible to relate to any single one of them, and thus couldn't bring myself to care about what happened to them either. I felt the same way about the Bell Jar. About halfway through I tossed my hands some up exclaiming "just walk into traffic and get it over with already". I couldn't possibly care about that character either. Never went back to finish it. 1984 had some disturbing beauty, and I did find myself concerned and caring. Pretty sure I read it twice by the time I was in my mid twenties.