Who's Watching You?

Well, after a marathon reading session I finished 1984 in two days. My brain is something close to soup. Satisfied, well-read soup but soup all the same. I have to say out of Fahrenheit 451, Brave New World, and 1984, 1984 definitely takes the horrifying parts-of-it-are-so-similar-to-daily-life-now-that-it-takes-less-of-a-stretch-of-the-imagination-to-think-of-this-actually-happening-but-parts-of-it-are-also-so-alien-that-it-scares-the-shit-out-of-you award. I'm still keeping Fahrenheit 451 as my favorite, but maybe that's just because it's slightly less mentally exhausting and painful than the other two. Either way, 1984 is definitely all it's cracked up to be. I definitely hope you'll read it if you haven't yet.

On a related note, I went on a bender at the library yesterday, and got a HUGE pile of books to keep me company in the next few weeks. I've already started Maya Angelou's I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, and it is absolutely heartbreaking. Actual content aside, there can be no doubt when you start reading her prose that she is an amazing poet. Maybe I'll finish it tomorrow, but for now I'm taking off my crazy-underground-hermit reading glasses and maybe opening my blinds so the sun can come in...maybe.