When I was a sophomore in high school, I fell in love. I fell in love with Clarisse McClellan, the teenager in the novel Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury. She was my favorite character in all of literature at that time; idealistic (like me) and endlessly patient with her book-burning fireman (not like me).
I also fell in love with this novel, and it is my favorite sci-fi novel to this day. As a teenager, I furrowed my brow quite seriously at the evil of censorship, but I also romanticized the adventure of it all. Imagine, committing the noble crime of owning a book. Over time I've learned it's not that much of an adventure: just ask the CBLDF. Or the man they are currently defending for the crime of owning manga.
Which is why the book was relevant to me almost 40 years after it was originally published, and which is why it is still relevant now, 56 years after it was published.