I know. I KNOW. I should have read this in high school. Yet somehow I didn’t, so I instead waited until more than a decade after I graduated high school to finally read it. The important part of it, at least, is that it’s now finally been read and enjoyed.

It’s a quick read and one of those delightful works that refrains from giving you all the information. What city? What year? What government? We don’t know. We can’t know. That’s what makes it work. It can happen at any time. All we need to know is that books are burning, languishing, disappearing. And questions need to be asked about why.

Long time coming, this reading. But at least it’s finally appreciated.