Who would dare compare The Fountainhead to Twilight. This girl right here.

It’s hard to go from Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead to the latest cult addiction, Twilight. The transition should’ve been a little easier than it was. I have read, The Secret Life of Bees, Wuthering Heights, Eat Pray Love and The Alchemist in between. But still. Rand’s literature is not something you can just get out of your mind- no matter how many Classics and New York Times best sellers you read.

Since The Fountainhead, all that crosses my eyes comes under a new standard- and most have since failed. The reading taste of the masses sort of frightens me. The number of copies sold for a book does not always reflect the quality of the literature, I must remember this.

Still, I decided to give the newest “it” book a try. Starting it I was, admittedly, of course a little leery. The cover didn’t bother me, (oh shush, you judge books by the covers too) a girl’s pale hands holding a juicy blood red apple. What did bother me was the size 13 type and the enormous spacing in between the lines. I felt accomplished after having completed all 694 pages of the Fountainhead – not including the afterward and the author’s notes both of which I proudly read, totaling up to 701 pages- all of which was set in tight, small type. So this 500 page book with large pages, made me feel juvenile, like I had found the vampire version of the Sweet Valley High Twins. (I had no idea before opening this book that it was intended for a younger audience. Everyone my age and older was reading it too.  But as if my reservations needed furthered mocking, I pulled the sequel New Moon, off the shelf of the CHILDREN’S SECTION in the airport bookstore. Ouch)

But just go with it girl. Stop looking for things to bother us. Type size really shouldn’t affect a reader so much. Just admit it’s cause we don’t like liking what everybody else likes. I completely skipped over the Harry Potter craze, Lord of The Rings and the Star War trilogy remake. I only just recently watched The Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy – so late that I was able to see all three within a month of each other. I'm subjective when it comes to doing the popular thing. I don’t watch Gossip Girl and I’ve never seen an episode of The Simple Life or Dancing With the Stars. I don’t know why. But I figured, this time – I had better take a go at it.

So I did and I actually liked this book. It’s a page turner, and not just for all the 15 year olds out there reading it. Maybe the whole point of writing this is because I need to feel validated. That I’m allowed to like both Rand’s masterpiece that took me over a month to read… and a teeny bopper book that I completed in two days.