I have finally finished reading Atlas Shrugged. It took me forever. At 1168 pages, it took at least four weeks and that is an inordinately long time for me to spend on a book. My excuse is that I was only reading at night right before bed which slowed me down. Because of all the LIFE things that I do all day that was the only reading time I had!
At any rate, it was a wonderful book and I'm glad I read it. I was supposed to read it in high school but didn't, tried to read it later and never finished, and then just put it off. So now I've read it. This might be sacrilege but I thought it could use an editor. I loved much of the prose and the symbolism, the message, the themes, but sometimes it just got tedious.
Ah well. Next up. I just had to reach for something fast and light after that one, so I grabbed the John Grisham off my "to read" shelf. The Associate. I have a few Harlan Cobens sitting here, too. Fast and quick.
I still have Joe Torre's book that has been sitting here for a while. I adore Shreve Stockton and The Daily Coyote, and her book is still sitting here. I've looked at all the pictures already! And I still have The Tale of Despereaux which has been sitting here for months. Mrs. Astor Regrets has been sitting here longer than that, and Flyboys by James Bradley still awaits. And any day, my copy of A Safe Haven will arrive.
So goodbye, John Galt, Dagny, Reardon, and Eddie. The summer reading season is about to kick off!