Gatsby and I

Perfume in the pages

I didn't even bother making my backpack for the next day thought. I hated school since that moment. Well I was really excited about and for the book, so excited that I didn't care as much as a dried up tomato about anytrhing else but seeing and finding the enygmatic Jay Gatsby between the pages of a classic as old as time. Well, as old as the 20s, to be really frank, but the twenties is still DAMN time! Sorry I say the word "damn" here that often, but when you write from feelings you can't help but slur a bit. Fear not, I will never say anything that can be censored in here. Just pepper things with "damn" at times and that's it.

Well, this is not really about peppering things with the word "damn" or about slurring or whatever. This is about reading that book. Reading each word like it was the last one. Here! You made me give you a hint because I had to explain my slightly slurry language to you... Ugh! These days, it's hard to do anything without having to explain yourself. I have a better time now, as Clarissa Gatz. How did I change both my first name and my last? I am about to explain something finally worth explaining. Something so beautiful that you won't want to take your eyes off of what I wrote. That's how beautiful this is.

I won't spoil anything at all for you anymore. I was at the point where I got the book right out of my backpack. I swallowed the biographical data of mr. Francis Scott Fitzgerald almost whole, without really letting it sink in. I turned the page with the feeling that I was going to be trapped in that novel for good. But as I turned that page of which texture felt as smooth as some sort of undefined caress, I noticed the smell was really peculiar. It didn't smell like a book as it did in the library. It didn't smell like an object. It smelled human. It smelled of male human. Of young, male human. Yeah, I smelled the smell of a really good perfume that a rich young man might wear. The front note was a pleasant, warm, subtle vanilla that blended in with the heartnotes of coffee. These left behind a smell of pungent and pleasant cedarwood. All in all, This fragrance filled my heart and caressed my soul. I breathed in the smell as I had never breathed in the smell of another book in my entire life. I really loved this smell and I felt that someone would have been there next to me. I felt that I was falling into the book. I began to feel the words surround me like a fog where a green light was acting as a sort of eerie beacon within it...