My friend and I stumbled upon the creepy Animal Farm cartoon, so I had to read the book, and later we named our Biology lab fetal pig Napoleon.

My family moved in 1983 when I was 12. My parents temporarily stacked their books on the attic stairs to be boxed up later. I was instructed not to read any until I was older. The following summer, the pile were still there, so I took one to read privately. Scared the beejesus out of me, but I couldn't talk to anyone about it without getting busted. It was the perfect age and time to read 1984

Bastard Out of Carolina is similar.

Anytime I need a palate cleanser, I'll read something uplifting like Anne of Green Gables.

I started the first book today and I love it! Idk anyone who has read the series, so I appreciate your comments

I read 1984, in 1984 when I was 13. It made me fearful of losing my free will. I had nightmares that the mall food court was taken over by the government and served "healthy" gross-tasting food.