There might be a slight problem when you like the worldbuilding more than you did with the story (particularly 'The Theory and Practice of Oligarchial Collectivism'). I've known about the Orwellian Dystopia before I read the book and to be honest, I couldn't find myself being emotionally invested with Winston. Even when the world around him behave radically different and dehumanized and ignorant, he do come out pretentious and soulless and basically the proverbial emotionally unreliable Marty Stu. I might watch the John Hurt version but I couldn't make myself care about Winston Smith whom are supposed to be a person who you are expected to be identified with. But I don't. 
 Things go downhill with me and Winston fast when he had this vivid rape fantasy during this Hate session towards our special Manic Girl pro-celibacy advocate Julia who confessed her love to him after eye-stalking him and rendered him positively terrified that she would found something wrong with him and reasoned that she was working for the Thought Police. Of course, the just had to have sex when they found themselves alone but point is, the romance came out of nowhere and doesn't function or add anything to the plot. If that was the plot then it was non-existent to begin with. 
 While I identified more with Huxley's concept of dystopia which are more realistic but I understand the appeal of 1984 and it as a parody to the world politics and superpowers. The hegemony and the obvious attempt to make a person more paranoid about the concept of Big Brother in everyday around us. They are all true in some other nations we simplified because we couldn't understand them like North Korea, Russia and United States but in this novel it was to a point of exaggeration. 
 I do recognize the quality of 1984 in its cultural derivations and as a source of inspiration by most authors and filmmakers in modern drama and science fiction and fantasy. But ramblings of the common life of a white collar male who fantasized and seeking philosophical enlightenment around the vast oppression commited by the Big Brother government was surprisingly bland. I read politico-historical anthropology journals and essays that are more fascinating than the Secret Life of a Rebellious Salaryman. Or maybe because I read the book for the sake of its story rather than dissecting the subtle message embedded within the text.