Reading is one of my greatest joys in life, but my to-be-read list exceeds my lifespan. Therefore, I must be choosy. Making it a mission of mine to actually read the highly-praised literary classics, of course that had to include George Orwell’s 1984. I recently finished the dystopian novel a month ago with a pang in my chest—or rather, heartwrenching despair. I’ve since moved onto some Brontë and Austen, which has given me time to digest. The protaganist, Winston Smith, lives in a dystopian world where “The Party”—the elitist authoritarian government in power—revokes any and every freedom to think and be an individual. The reader is dragged through this world…