Seldom have I read a book as scary as 1984 (George Orwell). No skeletons, no blood, no living dead or any kind of horror like that, but the frightening fact that we’re not free at all. You might think we are free in our minds – we aren’t. Everyday we’re being influenced a lot, without even noticing it. But there are worse kinds of influence.
There is nothing that can’t be changed. Even your thoughts are not more than things with no mass that can be changed into anything. You can believe that killing a murderer is justice. But the murderer probably believes he’s done the right thing. And with a little effort you can convince everybody of one of those two opinions. Everything is relative. (Believe me, I don’t like saying this things because they take away all certain things)  One day you might think this, the next day that. And what will be the right sight? I’m drenched with this mentality because the book forces me to overthink this. It forces you to doubt every single thought, every single conviction. It takes away every feeling of safety because of your belief in your own righteousness.
We should all be able to doubt our opinion but we also should be able to hang on to our goodness. I don’t dare to judge anymore though. I want to be good, but that’s pretty hard when you don’t know what good is anymore. It is time for me to divert and comfort myself, so I can think again  ;).

Read this book when a) you want to read a classic novel
b) you want to think about freedom
c) you need something that scares you subtly
d) you need to overthink good and bad again
e) we actually should all read this to feel free again

The Dutch Wiki-page about the book has some mistakes, don’t read that but read the book. Think about good and bad and justice. Safe us  ;).