I just finished reading Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. It’s the first book of hers I read. I’m now at the end of a 1000+ page journey, and I’m left with much to consider. It was a really amazing book. To be so long yet so interesting throughout– it’s amazing. Right now, I can’t even begin to dissect all that I feel about the book. I’m rather in awe, I guess.
I was aware from the start of the book of Rand’s voice in the book. I could feel her manipulating me into seeing her way, viewing her philosophical point as the only one that made sense. While I may not sign my life away as an Objectivist (Rand’s philosophy), I can respect her overwhelming talent and intellect. I bring this up only to really say that one could really get wrapped up in Rand’s beliefs while reading this book– if you aren’t aware of the author’s voice and intent. Still, even as I was aware of it, I would fight this awareness and want to succumb to what seemed the logical answer– the one Rand was so expertly driving me towards.
Hopefully, I’ll have more to say on this later. Needless to say, I have found another person who I believe to be a source of inspiration and respect. For that, I am most grateful.