After a long break, I finally picked up The Fountainhead again. This time it sucked me in and I read incessantly, tumbling through the words like Alice down the rabbit's hole. Ayn Rand always keeps me guessing and I can never predict where she's going with things. Well, that's not completely true. I always know that she's going the way of the individual, in radical defiance of community and altruism. But as far as the plot goes... it's anyone's guess.
After struggling through the first 100 pages, I found the following 450 or so quite intriguing - compelling, really. And I finished it. Check that off my list. I finished it months ago, really.