Book Review: 1984
I was a lousy student in high school. I won't say how long ago that was, but it was a while ago. I got decent grades - decent enough to get me into college. But the tragedy of it was I never really applied myself. If I had applied myself, I might have made the leap from being an adequate student to being an outstanding one.
For the last three or four years I have been playing catch-up, trying to get to everything I was supposed to read years ago but never actually did.
I just finished reading George Orwell's 1984 for the first time last Wednesday night. I found it to be prescient, internally logical, and convincing. It is, as of last Wednesday, my very favorite book. I hope to return to it again, and I hope the world around me when I do bears less of a resemblance to the world of 1984, but only time will tell.
Favorite quote: "But after reading it he knew better than before that he was not mad. Being in a minority, even a minority of one, did not make you mad. There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world, you were not mad." George Orwell, 1984
