Rereading a significant book is like revisiting an old friend: you find out how you’ve changed when you encounter them again; you see differently because you’re different. Some books grow, some wither upon reacquaintance, or because you’re asking different questions you find different answers. What struck me this time around was how much lushness and beauty and pleasure are in Nineteen Eighty-Four.
Rereading a significant book is like revisiting an old friend: you find out how you’ve changed when you encounter them again; you see differently because you’re different. Some books grow, some wither upon reacquaintance, or because you’re asking different questions you find different answers. What struck me this time around was how much lushness and beauty and pleasure are in Nineteen Eighty-Four.
