I read Farenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury a while back, the classic dystopic novel often mentioned in the same breath as 1984 and Brave New World, for its depiction of a society entrenched in censorship, fear and conformity. The story follows Guy Montag, a fireman whose occupation is to burn books as they are forbidden and considered to be the source of all unhappiness, confusion and unnecessary thought. Not one to ponder over his effects of his job, and deeply unsatisfied with his private life, his wife being too occupied with their wall-sized TV to pay much attention to him (in addition to her attempting suicide via an overdose of sleeping pills early on in the novel), this all changes when he encounters a young, inquisitive woman by the name of Clarisse McClellan. This event forces him to re-evaluate his life, occupation and values. For those who haven't read the novel, I won't divulge any more plot details. Being only approximately 160 pages, the world Bradbury creates doesn't feel as fleshed out as 1984, nor as truly believable (although that may be due to the presence of the infamous reality TV show...). Although you won't get lynched or sent to a mental hospital for reading this novel, one particular quote strikes a pretty sensitive cord: "The whole culture's shot through. The skeleton needs melting and reshaping. Good God, it isn't just as simple as picking up a book you laid down half a century ago. Remember, the firemen are rarely necessary. The public itself stopped reading of its own accord." With the rise of political correctness, hedonism, lowest common denominator entertainment and excess censorship, to the point where people are more interested in it that they ignore their family and friends, this novel provides a fitting epitaph to the modern age. I also heard that there was a censored edition released, oh the irony. It hurts. Badly.