A review by poppysmic
The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand

5.0

I was wary of starting this book partially, inevitably, because it seems better suited to a doorstop than a novel. Unlike most long novels however this didn’t feel like a slog. I was quickly obsessed with these often abhorrent characters; following the lives of their ilk seems to be my niche. Infuriating as Roark and Dominique were I was oddly rooting for them to overcome the far more reprehensible (mostly) society through which they trudged.