"1984" by George Orwell is the book I love to hate.
Orwell gave us a masterpiece, pure genius as a kind of interpretation and commentary of where we were headed as a society--and we did arrive . . . not exactly a prophetic work, but we've been holding our breath since it's publication because many images are startling.
No matter how many times I've read it, I always root for Winston. I have to. For all that he symbolizes for "any man," I ache for him to win. But he never wins, and I hate that.
I'll probably read it again some day.
And perhaps I'll be hoping things change for Winston.
But they won't. And I know that.
And I hate that.
