Oh my...it's hot. It's supposed to be somewhat of a record heat weekend for us here in Seattle. In fact, it's as hot in my apartment as it is outside of it...maybe hotter.
But that's not important right now.
What's important is the fact that I have, just now, finally, on the 5th week, finished 1984.
Let's take a second shall we, the heat is making me faint. Or maybe that's hunger.
I just, this book...dry. Especially the middle, where we're reading Goldstein's book and that dry and long and lecturing and so not keeping me focused. I enjoyed more the parts where Winston (and Julia) are "disobeying" Big Brother, living their lives, or trying too.
I don't think I'll ever be able to make myself read this again; I've pretty much forced myself to finish the last half of it. Seriously, once we started reading Goldstein's book...it all went down hill.
That said, I'm glad I did read it. Really. It's a rather interesting novel, with some rather bleak subject matter.
And for the record, if we were living in that 1984, I'd want to be a prole.