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Book Review on Animal Farm

 ‘Animal Farm’ is not only a classic for kids with its simple language. It not only introduced me to the world of speaking animals but of literature, politics and spiritual awareness.
Background: It allegories the rise to power of Dictator Joseph Stalin.
Orwell heavily criticizes the rulers of Soviet Union; communist party rulers where the words of Karl Marx was wrongly translated and the public was made to suffer making them believe that they are free while the government kept exploiting them.
Synopsis: Old Major urges his fellow animals to revolt against Mr Jones, the unjust farmer. They initiate ‘Animal Farm’ where every animal is equal and treated right. Things go off-hill after the fight of power between initial leaders Napolean and Snowball; two pigs. The fact that the pigs ruled the farm is quite humorous. Later what follows is a chaotic situation ended with a final amended commandment
‘All animals are equal but some are equal than others.’
I associated it with my own beliefs regarding the manipulative government. We have been hearing tales about our poor forefather in their stone age. We think we have a great life for ourselves while we are just repeating the exact words of the ones before us. Words are
'Are we really living in a free society or were we really free and happy before the development and government taking over'

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