1984 Book Review

The book 1984 by George Orwell was written in 1949, when the government was watching people and spying on them so the writer, George Orwell, wrote this book as a warning to people about how the future would be. This book is about a man named Winston who works at the Ministry of Truth in London, England which is now part of Oceania. There have been wars arising between that country and others after a new government called ‘The Party’ or Big Brother have token over.
The new government set up a system of houses called Ministries. There is the Ministry of Love, the Ministry of Truth, Ministry of Peace, and Ministry of Plenty. But the names are exactly the opposite of what they really are. Truth is the lies thy put into the newspapers and books. Love is a jail and torture place. Plenty decides how little they can give the people without riots and Peace starts wars with other countries. This is a world where “War Is Peace, Freedom Is Slavery and Ignorance Is Strength”.
The book goes on as Winston is scared that he is being followed because of an illegal diary that he has been keeping where he has put out his real feelings about big brother. He feels as though a dark haired girl has been following him everywhere and soon realizes it is true when he sees her in a remote part of the city away from where he presumed she lives. He decides that she is a member of the thought police, an elite group of police that can convict people and kill them just of having the thought of things not approved by the government.
This book was more of an adults book and I wouldn’t suggest anyone under the age of 14 reading this book unless you have a very good vocabulary and can follow plots that are hard to understand and at some spots, don’t make since. This book would be good for a person able to read it multiple times but unless you can’t then I would suggest not reading it because it is hard to understand. The plot changes a lot and there are many twists but instead of it making you more exited they made it harder to understand. I would describe this book as a confusing mystery.
This book was alright by my standards but it was lacking in plot and dialect. It was of a narrative where he is telling the story of his life, which isn’t very exiting. It was an six out of ten in my book and shouldn’t be attempted unless you are ready for a challenging book.

Chapter 13

Chapter 13: The Red Deck

The slow motion of the boat rocked back and forth. Ralph felt a little queasy. He was sitting in a cabin alone, it was his time to think. Jack had stayed back on the island when he saw the officer he ran back into the forest screaming. They didn't have anytime to wait and see if he would come back so we left. He couldn't rid my conscience of the feeling of man slaughter. Jack had killed Piggy and Simon so wasn't it fair that he died too? What if Jack died on the Island? He would feel bad..
Ralph was still pondering as he heard a pair of footsteps coming toward his cabin door. He open it in time to see Sam'n'Eric walking toward the doorway. “Ello,” He said meekly.
“Ello,” they called back. They walked into the cabin in step.
“Have you guys been well,” Ralph asked not knowing what to say.
“Yeah,-”
“Look Ralph we're-”
“-Jack forced us! He wouldn't let us go-”
“-we didn't want to hurt you but the paint!-”
“-and the meat was so good!”
“Guys Wait!,” Ralph called out. “It's fine, I'm not mad at you guys, I was just thinking...”
“About what?” two voices asked.
“About, you know stuff, Jack and the island and Piggy and Simon and...” Ralph didn't have to go on, They understood. They sat in silence for a while all stuck in their own thoughts. He got up and walked to the door way. “I'm stepping out for a bit.” He didn't wait for an answer.
He walked up the steps and went up on deck. His head was hurting very badly, as was his chest where my heart should be. Ralph found a shady corner sat down and leaned against the cool metal wall. He looked at what he didn't know would be his last look at life and closed his eyes never opening them again.
Roger was standing there on the boat watching ans the lil'uns trampled around. He was still thinking about what had happened on the island, carrying the executers ax. He saw something shiny out of the corner of he eye and looked throughout the rope a revolver. He picked it up and pulled the trigger pointing in a random direction just to see if it worked. As soon as he had fired he heard a thump as Percival Wheems Madison hit the ground. He gagged then giggled as he felt the rush of adrenalin as all the lil'uns screaming as blood leaked all over the deck. He smiled and turned away to find his next victim.
Sam'n'Eric were sitting in Ralph's cabin as they heard gunshots. They ran out to the deck and saw blood covered, red deck. They heard foot steps and looked up to see the murderous glare of Roger standing there with a murderers gun in hand. They screamed as he held it up to them. He fired and Sam got hit, blood flew as he passed out onto the deck. Eric screamed and punched roger in the pills, took the gun and fired.
Everyone screamed as they heard shots ring out across the ship. Lil'uns were running every wear and screaming incoherent things. The whole ship was buzzing with activity as everyone ran strait to the part of the ship were the shots had sounded from. They got there just in time to see Rogers body fall overboard into the ragging sea and a twin holding his bloodied identical mirror image in his hands.

Blog #6

Simons Journal

I walked away from the place I now knew as safety, the place were the vines intertwine to make a net and canopy surrounded by bushes. I was going towards the mountain, as I would see if there was a beast once and for all. I walked up the slight slope wondering if the others (Piggy, Ralph and Sam’n’Eric) were wondering where it was I went. The hot sun beat down on me and as it was the time for mirages I thought that the demonic sight in front of me wasn’t real. But as I approached the skewered head on the spear I gasped as the rancid smell hit my nose. I at once knew that they had killed another pig and judging by the splashes of blood all over the ground they had paunched it right there. As I looked at the head atop the spear I automatically knew it was taboo. Then I heard the voice.

Blog #5

Piggy's Journal

As I watched the expedition leave the beach into the thick wall of jungle, I wondered how long it would be before they came back or even if I would ever see some of them again. It seems to me that I’m the only one that takes getting stuck on an island seriously! As I stated into the shallow lagoon my eyes strayed into the dark blue patch of sea just beyond the reef. What if there really was a leviathan out there, waiting for one of us to go crazy and try to swim for land.
Of course not, I’m just being windy, I thought to myself. ‘To bad there aren’t any moors here or we might be able to grow some food.’ I let my senses open up to the world around me, smelling the brine in the air I remembered that there were lil’uns I had to look after so I got up and started looking for them. I found three of them playing king and knights in the sand and some others were playing with planes that they’d made out of twigs.
As the day went on I got increasingly bored till I heard a rustling in the bushes. I looked and it was just Simon. He said that the others were climbing the mountain and that they would be back sometime before sundown. That left me dun that just Simon and I were left with the lil’uns for a couple more hours.

Blog #4

Ralph's Journal

I sat in the dark listening to the whoops and hollers of the ludicrous things that we call children. I sat in the darkness, Piggy and I listening in shame to the creatures we both felt like we brought into existence. “Blow the conch again?” he asked tenderly from somewhere to my right.
“So they will ignore me?” I asked jeeringly. We listen again only to hear the start of a hunting chant and hysterical lamentations from the dark. The way that jack had gotten everyone excited added to my growing discouragement about being chief.
“I should quit being chief, I suck at it anyhow,” I stated plainly.
“No! Please don’t Ralph you’re the only person standing between that evil boy, Jack,” yelled Piggy.
“Without you are chief everyone would be as ad as savages,” said an disembodied voice out of the ever deepening darkness.
“Is that you Simon?” asked Piggy.
“Yes.”
The Three of us sat in silence for a while listening as the screams and crying from the beach turned into the sound of a rambling mush, all stuffed together into one. “Darn it, Darn it, Darn it, Darn it!” yelled Piggy into the darkness as if this deficient form of an incantation could have made everything be better.
I got up and walked back to the shelters slowly ignoring the following footsteps behind me.

Blog #3

Jack’s Journal

I was rapt in the mode of the hunter as I crouched on the ground listening as taut as a wild cat. I heard the pattering sound of hooves in the distance. I automatically had the compulsion to follow the sound but as I ran almost half on all 4’s the sound died out of my hearing range and I stopped to check my bearings. I was by a small creak that trickled over some rocks in the cool swarthiness of the shade. I started to breath in deep but I was stopped abruptly by a rancid smell near me. Not three feet from me was a pile of pig dung still fresh and warm.
I smiled malevolently and dashed into the piercing creepers as I followed a trod path that was big enough for pigs but not me. As I was on the hunt alone in the wilderness I had the impalpable of the pain inflicted on me by the plants. I ran and ran for what seem like many minutes and finally stopped when I saw sand again. I had gone in a complete circle. I growled as I stepped out onto the beach in an incredibly bad mood.

Blog #2

Simon’s Journal

After Ralph had finally after almost a half of an hour of trying, induced the younger children to assemble for another meeting, he announced that we were on an island and we needed to figure out a way to get rescued. Piggy tried to get everyone to listen to him about building shelters first, but even though he had the conch everyone ignored him. Honestly I feel sorry for Piggy most of the time; no one cared a pound about him. Ralph kept talking and at the word ‘fire’ everyone is running up the mountain, capering into the dangerous jungle.
Piggy was complaining again so I decided to go up the mountain with the rest. As soon as I had finished the stretch to the top I saw that boys were already getting trees for the fire. Sam’n’Eric were struggling with a large tree so I started running to help them. But in my second step I tripped over a pink rock.
As I came to I saw two identical faces grinning down at me. Both of the grins giggled ‘officious’ and ran away. As I got up I helped finish the rest of the caring and laughed as I saw about eight lil’uns attempting to carry a large log. I walked over and helped them carry it the remaining 10 feet. After we were all finished with the wood pile, we still needed a way to light it. Jack thought of one first and ran over and pinched Piggy’s specks. As Jack held them over the pile, dead wood started to smoke and suddenly the flames erupt in a red, dancing ebullience. As soon as the fire had started it was dying down as the hot flames demolished the wood into embers. As more kids ran to get less dead wood I walked over to the shady side as the heat was making me feel faint.

LotF Blog #1

Chapter 1: Name List

Piggy’s Journal

As Ralph blew into the conch all that could be heard was a gurgling noise. I snickered under my breath know that he wouldn’t find how to use it without me. As I was advising him how to do it, he blew into it again and an incredulously ear shattering noise emitted from the shell. After the echoes of the noise had died down from around us we stared unbelievingly at the small shell that had made this huge noise. As we were still frozen I saw a small figure out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look and there was a small boy walking out of the forest with fruit juice covering his otherwise creamy white skin with a distant pallor.

As Ralph kept sounding the signal, more kids kept heading out of the forest into the blinding effulgence of the beach and sun. I was trying to kept track of all the names of the kids but just as I was starting to feel confidant about it, identical twins walked onto the beach. They were Sam and Eric but the looked, breathed and spoke the same. I got their names mixed up and the small crowd gathered giggled. There were some older boys but most were younger, the youngest being around the age of 5.

As I was still getting names I noticed that Ralph had stopped blowing the conch and I looked up to see an ever enlarging shadow crossing the beach towards our meeting place. I was stuck in glamour as I stared wide eyed as I realized that it wasn’t a shadow but a group of black cloaked people. As the crowed onto our plat form I noticed that they all had hats atop their head each with a silver badge, but the boy that seemed to be leading them had a gold badge. His name was Jack.

Ralph decided that we should put up a vote to see who would be leaded. Ralph won by a landslide of votes but from the specious look on Jacks face I knew that he couldn’t be trusted. I made a silent decision to keep on eye on him.