The Year of 1984 is Complete!

So, I have completed 1984. One depressing book about the world destroying a man. Thank God our world is nowhere near that stage...ok, well, it is, but we do have our certain freedoms.

Speaking with a coworker yesterday, it was interesting to know that she had read 1984 before 1984 - she had felt some relief when 1984 came and went and was not anything like what like the author had predicted.

Besides the 50 pages I had to skip, this was a fascinatingly evil book that I would recommend to anyone.

Next up, The Ginger Man.

Guilt, too much Guilt...

So, I did something horrible. Something I swore I would never do.


I skipped, yes, skipped three pages in 1984. It goes against everything I believe in when reading a book. I skipped approx. 50 pages, 50 wasted pages that Mr. Wells could definitely have done without - the part where he writes out the philosophy of Oceania - confusing and aggravating. I put down the book for numerous weeks (as you can tell by my lack of blogging), and then made fateful decision that if I am ever to get through this project, I just had to skip it. So I did...skimming mildly still...but, lo and behold, when I get to the end, the auther describes Wilson as not having got anything out of the book, and was no better off than he was before in understanding.

That makes two of us! Whether I am lowering myself down to Wilson's level or not, I don't care. I need to get through it. And flying I am - through the torture of Wilson Smith, and the ideals and life of freedom as we know it.

There are only 15 ish pages left - I have a feeling this does not end well, as how can it? But I'm hoping...