# Shrugged

Today I spent a long time in Borders with <cite>Atlas Shrugged</cite>, tossing it gently from one hand to the other, feeling its heft. I really do think <cite>Atlas Shrugged</cite> and I would get along (and at least two friends have assured me as much) but on the other hand ... it's 900 pages ... of really small type ... and such thin, shitty, unsatisfactory pages. (Ever since dating a descriptive bibliographer I've have been super attentive to the physical attributes of books, and Borders' <cite>Atlas Shrugged</cite> was a wretched thing.)

Nine hundred pages is about a month of reading, and that's at an average of 30 pages a day, which I'm not so sure I can manage. I read <cite>The Three Musketeers</cite> in two days when I was in holiday in Italy, but that wasn't exactly hard labour. Should I make a go of it?