This is a fictionalized account of the life of Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald, covering her life from the night she meets F. Scott Fitzgerald until she leaves him, with a bit of end-story to tie up loose ends.
Their relationship is … difficult … compounded by how absurdly women were treated at the time.
It’s beautifully written and has a quick pace that keeps you turning the page even though you keep muttering, “Zelda, don’t. No, Zelda. Oh Zelda. Zel-da.” The author acknowledges in the endnotes that in the Fitzgerald fandom, there are definitive Team Zelda and Team Scott factions. I think it’s safe to say our author is Team Zelda.
Upon finishing this book, I realized that I have a searing hate toward F. Scott Fitzgerald and I’m glad he’s dead.
(I also hated The Great Gatsby. So eat that, Scott. Jerk.)