I’ve just read 1984 by George Orwell.

I know, I know… I should have read it long ago. I remember the book being around the house when I was growing up but for some reason I never got around to reading it. I did, however, see the film when I was young – the “Room 101” scene in particular being unforgettable – and have always known the general plot. On a recent work trip I realised while in the airport shop that I’d left a book at home so it seemed like a good time to pick up a copy of 1984 and scratch this particular itch!

As a book about at a dystopian future, I thought it would be dark, but it was even darker that I imagined. The constant sense of dread was palpable.

I loved the concepts Orwell created – the Two Minutes Hate, doublethink, Thought Crime, Room 101 to name but a few.

I loved the language and The Principles of Newspeak appendix.

And even though it was heart-wrenching and pretty harrowing, I loved the final descent into brainwashing (or “re-education”) and ultimately, betrayal. This was an amazing book that I loved reading, while not necessarily always being ”enjoyable”.