Come back to me in a few days time

HHhhmmm.


I was at the bookstore today. And they had the 50th anniversary edition of Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged. I normally wouldn't but I still had some vouchers from Christmas. So I bought it.


It may not seem like a big deal to some. But to me? Yes... the voucher could have gone to a book I *do* like. Or at least, a genre I appreciate.


See, these lists of "mandatory" reading material to show you've arrived, literary-wise, is sometimes a chore for me. So what if everyone says it's good? I'm not everyone. I have my own tastes.


Look at Neal Stephen's Anathem. Neal's touted here and there as awesome. The book is said, by multiple sources, to be groundbreaking or something. To me? The first 300 pages was utter pap. Bombastic, meandering, pointless, boring pap. The only reason I didn't toss the book out was because I can't ever let a book get the better of me. But shit, I slogged through that book's beginning.


So back to Atlas Shrugged.
It sounds like one of those Orwellian predictive fiction thingies. I truly wonder if I'll enjoy it but I can't obviously state any conclusion as yet. And Rand later went on to be a philospher? Ho ho ho. I'm doubly in the shits. Can't stand philosphy; bores me to tears. Who am I??? What's my purpose??? Dude! Did you think you had a choice? You're here and living NOW. Get out there and live it as best you can! 

See? That's how I deal with philosphy lol.


Oh well, I guess I'll just chalk it down to having an experience :o