Perhaps I am not wonderful at picking up nuances. I saw parallels to Gatsby as well as other readers. I loved the fluidity of Macy's prose, the ease of her rich descriptions. The characters, however, took a while to get the hang of, and I thought I was intelligent. Dialogue was at times cryptic to me - I couldn't understand some of the implications of what was said. Kate seemed boorish and not at all engaging. It was as though the other boys wanted her simply because Nick had at one time had her. I never felt as though I wholly understood a character's motivation, other than if I knew George I most certainly wouldn't have wanted to befriend him, as disillusioned and cynical as he seemed at such a young age - 23 and too worried to have sex! That doesn't sound like any 23 year old I knew - Ivy Leaguer or no! Growing up in the Yale area - though not attending - and knowing many of the locations of which Macy described warmed me to the book more than the story itself. I kept waiting, and waiting, for something to happen. When it did, I felt rewarded for having read thus far along, but the way the climactic point was handled was sadly disappointing and downright trite. It then felt as though Macy wrote the book to show off her vocabulary, not her imagination. I was taken by the book, could relate entirely to the situations, and hope Macy's next effort is a bit better. I will look for it and read it.