I read 1984 by George Orwell this week. I had read it before when I was about 12 but seeing as that was 14 years ago I didn't remember much. I also doubt that the book had the same effect on me then as it did now. This book is so beautifully written and so fully realized that reading it is probably the most horrifying experience of my life. It's the fact that it is pitch perfect that makes it so horrible. When Winston finally betrays Julia I swear to god I cried a little. He held out for so long and tried so hard to just keep her alive inside himself despite everything else they took away from them and in the end they took even that. The last line of the book left me in a depressed stupor for about two days.
Damn you, Orwell. Damn you and your brilliance.
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My bowels hurt.
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