1984

I often find myself thinking that classics are overrated and this was one of those instances where maybe I was too tired while reading it to see the greater epiphany, but ultimately felt that the whole story was a bit heavy handed and quite frankly not as poignant or original as it had been made out to be for me by literally everyone. Yes, I do understand now exactly what people mean when they say something is “orwellian” or Big Brother, but also my life and thought process has not been dramatically changed (or even like a teensy tiny, maybe I was just already disillusioned about humanity and politics or I am a much dumber reader than I thought lol).

Spoiler (sort of)

I did not expect the romance or the ~sex~ scenes, so uh points for surprising me Orwell??

final thoughts:
lowkey the book feels completely and utterly permeated by old white guy