My Siblings

If you ever read The Great Gatsby - I mean really read it in the original language from the beginning till the end, you would probably remember a set of rules Mr Gatsby adhered to. Amongst these rules were less applicable for me electricity studies and balancing (which I do not quite enjoy), but also some applicable and useful things Americans would typically believe to be rules of being successful. General guidance for me for quite a while was getting up at 6am, no chewing and a book per week. I am too similar to Mr Gatsby romanticism combined with communication skills and easy opening up to strangers. Nowadays I don't think I abide by any of these rules, but reading through Gatsby quotes, I thought I probably should restart the 6am, the no-chewing and the bookworm stuff.
Another set of rules worth reconsideration is probably a set of Fandorin rules. You must know the famous Mr Fandorin from Akunin books, and if you don't, you'd probably soon get to know him, as Hollywood has taken a grip on Mr Akunin's chef-d'ouvre. The man who looks exactly like me - blue eyes, black hair (please ignore my dying hair exercises), trouble on the brow. The man who thinks exactly like me - adhering to Japanese style rules of every day improvement - both physically and mentally, hating flatter, small talk, lack of restraint, learning a language a year, loving yellow, dating theatre actors and not really being able to love anymore, egoistic and effectively illogical despite all the problem-solving skills.
Out of all protagonists, I thought Mr Gatsby and Mr Fandorin to be my real siblings. And one should not get too far from one's siblings.
And what are your siblings? Please don't mention House of Cards or Game of Thrones.
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