I was told in elementary school that I only could read at half the speed for success in college. Oh well, one benefit of slow reading is you get to live with the characters a longer period of time. I read in a vain attempt to better understand people. At my other homes, I'm known as a spouse, pop, guy in the choir, physical chemist, computer/web dilettante and child-care provider. In theory, I'm a published author, if you consider stuff like Quenching Cross Sections for Electronic Energy Transfer Reactions Between Metastable Argon Atoms and Noble Gases and Small Molecules to count as publications. I've strewn dozens of such fascinating things to the winds.
This was a short, easy read. It's an allegory as to the human condition, I suppose. Basically, the animals on a farm rebel, throw out the farmer and decide to run the place themselves. At first, they work in community, agreeing that all are equal and all should have an equal say. Your basic theoretical Communist society. But then, a few of the animals, pigs in this case, take over bit by bit, begin putting on airs, begin providing extra privileges for themselves, and so forth.