I read "Animal Farm" in high school. I found it to be more of a user's manual on what to watch out for whenever someone aspires to be a revolutionary leader. I liked "1984"; it's really well-plotted, equally well-established characters, and has about as close to perfect and ending as I've ever read. I haven't seen any of the filmed versions, though I've read a lot of negative criticism, especially about the film released in 1984. After reading the book, I think that John Hurt as Winston Smith was perfect casting and likewise Richard Burton as O'Brien. Reading the latter part of the book, I could hear Richard Burton's voice coming off the pages.
I also liked "1984" because there weren't any plot holes. For example, Winston Smith doesn't know about the great big world out there or much of anything else because it's his job not to really know about much else and thus he, intelligently, gets himself in trouble - because he's being watched. He's also an athiest because there is no reason to believe in God or anything but the Party. "Brave New World," on the other hand, is full of plot holes (Huxley sort of admits this in the preface to the edition I have): Books are available to the Savage, especially Shakespeare and the Bible; there is exposure to other people, sexual freedom is kind of the law, etc., etc. - that is, there's ample opportunity for an individual, one outside of the caste system (and obviously a virile, potent, turgid "Alpha") to learn about right and wrong on his own - and yet the Savage goes off to some shack to mope until he decides the best thing to do is kill himself. Shoot, a character with as much brains as he had should've been exploiting his position and get into running things instead of feeling sorry for himself. Contrast this to Winston Smith who believes in his heart of hearts that there is no God because, how could there be? The only truth out there is what the Party says is truth. Also, Winston Smith did not take care of himself physically (why?) as the opportunity for exercise, other than elicit sexual liasons and the obligatory cursory callesthenics broadcast on the telescreen, didn't present itself. Why exercise when there's gin to drink...?
But I digress... Next on my list is a book I got from Vulcraft on bar joists...