The truth

            Initially, I began reading this book open-minded. I had never read a novel so lengthy or intimidating, but I wanted to conquer the unconquered. The first hundred pages seemed be a detailed description of every scene, in each character’s life. Unfortunately, I assumed that these elaborations would end possibly in the middle of the novel, but to my dismay they remained constant. Despite the fact that every scene is overly detailed, there appears to be no plot. Overall, Atlas Shrugged is an endless list of occurrences in the lives of unhappy characters. Originally, I liked how the reader was introduced to Dagny, a character of dedication, loyalty, and a hard working ethic. But now, this character and her peers remain redundant and flat. As well, we are introduced to Ayn Rand’s political views in the beginning. Her perspective remains the same and also seems overly repetitive. Truthfully, this novel is no longer a challenge I care to overcome. The book has become an insignificant, uninteresting, burden in my life. If I ended the book now, I would feel that absolutely nothing was gained from reading it. Yet, this exact thought is what drives me to continue reading on further. Maybe there will be a sudden change of pace in the near future, but as of now I am an unappreciative pessimist.  

-Morgan Mills