There are books that sit on your reading pile for years, with you telling yourself “someday.” George Orwell’s 1984 was one of those for me. I finally opened it last week, and in hindsight, I’m glad I waited. Glad I read it today, in 2025, with my adult perspective and a certain distance that I probably wouldn’t have had as a teenager.

But I must admit it’s a deeply disturbing read. Reading this book today, in our current political and technological context, doesn’t feel like escaping into fiction. It feels like a brutal confrontation with reality.

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