In one of the most famous passages from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, Daisy Buchanan states: “In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year…Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.”

Well, we’ve celebrated many authors’ birthdays in the Silver Birch Press blog, but the writer whose birthday we wanted to celebrate most of all is F. Scott Fitzgerald. Rereading The Great Gatsby a couple of months ago inspired the birth of the Silver Birch Press blog — and, during the past few months, we’ve written frequent posts about Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, and even the author’s hometown of St. Paul, Minnesota.

So I could only think of Daisy missing the longest day of the year when I woke up this morning and realized that I’d missed F. Scott Fitzgerald’s 116th birthday! Yes, yesterday was F. Scott Fitzgerald’s birthday!

I blame it on the hot, dry weather in Los Angeles that makes it hard to string two thoughts together. But there’s really no excuse for this blatant oversight. Je suis désolée…