Halls of the Dark Muse

I have read many many books, and many of them have been splinded, wonderful, magnicifcent, but every once in a while, that book comes along, and there have been a few in my history, that truly inspires a certain obcession. It night not even nessciarly be the best book you have ever read. It does not have to rank among your faveorites, pehraps it does not even have to be truly genuis, though in its own way it very well can be.

But some books in thier own way really grip hold of a person, perhaps in a way it is like being in a bad relationship, one that you know you have to get out of it, and yet in its own right it is thrilling and exhillerating and you ride it out to the bitter end.

It is hard to explain just what gives a book its particular powers of obcession, perhpas the same way you cannot quite explain what is about certain people that you find yourself unrationaly drawn to.

And each book is different in its own. But I have found a new obcession though I have but just started reading the book. A book with this particular power, uusally can work its way into you almost instantly.

There is something about the book that is truly tantailizing in its own way. And it is one of those books that rose up and took me by surprsie. I had not at first exepcted to truly like the book going into it. In fact I had previously never given any thought or felt any urge to read this author.

I was only vaugely famillair with what they wrote, though the name I knew well. It was one of the reasons I ended up picking up the book (Which may sound contradictory to my previous statement. So I shall explain).

There is this book sale I often attend which offers books for cheap, and I happend to see this book and sense it was an author that has a lot of accliam and I here people rave about and have never really heard any acutal cirtisim against them, I figured for the price I might as well get it sense they are suppose to be so good.

And as much as it pains me to admit it, for I often had to just go with the crowd so to speak, but I cannot deny that it is brilliant.

So for those who are currious, I suppose I shall tell you what the book is.

The Fountainhead, by Ayn Rand