Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead is the first novel I read about objectivism. Well, the book did not exactly tell anything about her philosophy like her next one Atlas Shrugged. I fell in love with both Dominique and Howard Roark. That is all I can describe about the book because I don’t have any other words to describe it. The prose was fantastic. I actually had the impulse to buy the book immediately. Even now, I want to read the book again.

When I say I fell in love with Roark or Dominique, it means I liked the values and morals they represented very much. But sad to say, I didn’t understand the novel that well when I first read it. I have to read it again to write a good review on the book.

But I just wanted to express how much that book had changed the course of my life. I’m sure all objectivists started out like that. With sleepless/restless nights following the days of reading Ayn Rand. You just lie there on the bed, tossing and turning, thinking about what Rand has expressed in her novel. My view about the world had changed the instant I read that book.

Now I’m in the process of reading Atlas Shrugged. I have to read finish it before Harry Potter’s 7th book is released on the 21st. I had to read this book slowly because I needed to grasp the full meaning of what Rand is trying to convey through her well-devised dialogues. I’m reading John Galt’s speech now. In the middle of it. His speech makes it perfectly clear what objectivism is all about. It’s the speech that Rand wants to make to the world. I love his speech. I love Atlas Shrugged.