Finished another book

I finally made it, the Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged. It's kind of a mentally heavy book to me in terms of philosophy and of language. Both my English and my mind (or reading skill) have trouble sometime during the whole story. What I like bout the fiction I've read is that each of them is a whole different world but reflecting my realistic one, telling me something everyday and every time I read them.

I was so curious to know the end of 'the world' and I like how Ayn Rand ended it though too perfect. I still don't get why Ayn left Eddy Willer on the Comet alone exhausted. Was it an appropriate price for loyalty? All Dagny's men are so wonderful and she turned from one to another and they were all friends at the end. Probably in Ayn (or Danny) preference, a man who can rebuild the world with a motor and a philosophy is the greatest, more than any young-rich-smart-brave man Francisco mature-rich-tough Hank.

This book gave me lots of strength to work hard while abroad in Sydney, especially in high-time, but it also brought me to extreme sometimes. The extreme part of the book is John Galt's speech which I indeed had to skim a few paragraphs. I have never spent such long time on a book. It was 17 months. I didn't read it everyday but at least I finished it and another easier-to-digest one (The Secret of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel). I think the next book will be non-fiction. I'm also looking for another adventure and fantasy series of book as they may be more effective in terms of keeping me reading.

I'm starting What I talk about when I talk about running, the first Haruki Murakami's book I've ever read.