Something I should’ve read a long time ago but didn’t because I was probably playing video games or sleeping: Animal Farm by George Orwell
It’s like Milo & Otis meets The Hunt for Red October! As I read about Napoleon and Mollie and all the rest of the barnyard communards, I begin to wonder: This isn’t really just about talking animals, is it? It’s, like, a metaphor or something, right? Touché, Mr. Orwell.