During my adolescent years, I regarded books as something that "got in the way of video games." As I matured, I realized my folly and began devouring as many books as possible. This is not a review, but merely my thoughts and musings about books in general.
The wonderful thing about books: Just because you missed a book when it was new doesn't mean it isn't still enjoyable today. I have to have this mindset because, like that little blurb up there states, I missed out on so many great stories.
Two of my recent acquisitions were devoured very rapidly, and with great delight. The first, 1984, sits in stark contrast to the second, Catch-22. While both books were written around the same time -- 1984 by George Orwell was first published in 1949; and Catch-22 by Joseph Heller was published in 1955 -- it's eerie how accurately they both depict modern society.
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