One night, when I had come down sick with a bad cough and couldn't sleep, I thought 'okay, I will try to read until my eyes get tired and I just fall asleep. What is the most terribly dry thing I could read to expedite this process?' I had gotten a torrent of Reddit's top 100 favorite books a long time ago and put them all on my phone, and one of those was The Fountainhead. 
 As I scrolled through the list of titles, when I saw that, I thought 'yes, this will do nicely.' 
 What I never dreamed of is that I would REALLY enjoy the book. 
 It's almost shameful to say, because I've been groomed since high school to dismiss Rand and objectivism, but I found a lot to like in this book despite that. It's like, I was able to put aside real life and enjoy the book on the terms it presented, even though some of the things that happen in the plot or the ideas expressed would be pretty horrifying outside of that context. 
 The writing is very tight and the imagery is superb. I don't know exactly how long this is, being an e-book, but I fairly well flew threw it and was compelled to come back many times. At least, unlike with the Twilight series or the Hunger Games series, I don't have to feel ashamed at being compelled by terrible writing (only the shocking anti-cooperation ideas). 
 I came out of it with the view "don't aim to be, or settle for being mediocre; aim for excellence and be true to yourself", because I'm not ready to embrace the idea that some people are inherently inferior. But I keep wondering in the back of my head if that's not just what a second-hander would say.