I read this book and my exact reaction to finishing the book was me saying “what the fuck was this book?” out loud. I don’t know what it is about it but something in my mind is repulsed by the thought of even looking at the book again. I’ve never felt this way about any other book I have ever read but there is something in me that makes me never want to even think about 1984 again. Am I the only one who thinks this?