It always amazed me that I was captivated by reading The Fountainhead, more engrossed with every page and sorry when it ended, watched the movie maybe a dozen times, but have never been able to get more than 50-75 pages into Atlas Shrugged. Tried at least half a dozen times and in almost every decade of my life. Just can’t get into it.
What a dreary world it portrays.
Actually, the dreariness of society is one part that she pretty much got right ... probably based on her personal experience of Soviet Russia.
The problem is that her heroes are just as dreary.