I started this book as an audiobook but kept losing the thread of the story, but - more importantly - I was immediately <i>obsessed</i> with this book. So I switched to the written word and started the book from the beginning (skimming the parts that I remembered and understood).

This book is so confusing, so enlightening. There are layers in this book that I know I haven't reached. I should have stopped to analyze, especially those parts that I didn't understand, but I was fully immersed in the story and I had to know what was going to happen. In other words, I would love to read this again.

The story alone is good, but the context in which it was written and the topics that it critiques, even before they became reality, are fascinating. I was sold when I read that this was the first book banned in the Soviet Union - and now I can see why.

As every other review mentions, 1984 is basically a rip-off of this book. It's been a long time since I read 1984, but We to me was deeper and less clear-cut. There's much more ambiguity and confusion in Zamyatin's novel. 

The confusion and fracturing of the main character gave the story a nightmarish and feverish feeling. That also meant that it was sometimes hard to follow. It felt like one of those dreams that almost make sense but not quite, the kind that you try to understand after you wake up but it slips away.