The first time I read Animal Farm was back in high school, when I had to read a load of books for my English classes. Since then, I kinda figured out that I only like reading when I don’t have too, so it’s safe to assume I found it a drag. Luckily my teacher allowed me to skip a book in favor of a bunch of song lyrics, as they’re kinda poetry and short stories and all that. Had the best exam ever discussing the finer nuances of Guns N’ Roses’ “My Michelle”.
But, ehm, Animal Farm. What is there left to say about that book that hasn’t been said before? Well, not much I guess. But I just love the cover. (Scroll down a bit. I got the matching Nineteen Eighty-Four too).
- George Orwell — Animal Farm
- Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the popholes.