It’s a month since I resolved to read Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged before the year is done, I’m only 180 pages into it, and I have only one thing to say.
Do people really read this crap?
I mean, good God, people, if this isn’t the worst book ever written, it’s certainly in the running. Reading it actually causes physical agony, it’s that bad. I’ll continue my slog through this meandering, pointless, plotless, soulless pile of steaming feces, but damn it all, someone owes me big time for this.
And remember, like I said before, I’m doing this as a public service. I’m reading it so you don’t have to.