November 17, 52 pages
I feel like this 'book' is a bit of a cop-out for a week's worth of reading. It's just a story.
But it's a great little story. I do enjoy the way F. Scott FItzgerald writes. It is quaint. He is a brilliant storyteller.
It's an interesting idea. And really quite sad; it shows that being different in a world that is the same is tough. Even at the end of the story no one appreciates Benjamin Button's uniqueness: he dies alone.
I've heard people say that life would be better lived backwards like this. And maybe it would, as long as everybody else lived the same way.
I should really see the movie. I think I would enjoy it.