One of the best things about embarking on a getaway is deciding what reading material will accompany me. For my impending trip to Southern California, I’m starting with my own bookshelves, looking for something I’ve not read or would like to reread.
A friend suggested Atlas Shrugged because Angelie Jolie is in the forthcoming movie. With all due respect to the talented Ms. Jolie, I am more intrigued by the possibility of rereading my worn paperback edition because the back cover says this:
The astounding story of a man who said that he would stop the motor of the world — and did. Tremendous in scope, breathtaking in its suspense, Atlas Shrugged is unlike any other book you have ever read. It is a mystery story, not about the murder of a man’s body, but about the murder — and rebirth — of man’s spirit.
Oh yeah, I’ll be reading this from a whole different place than I did the dozen or so years ago when I first read it. Looks like a winner.