hey, i was 13 years old, my step-mother gives me a copy of atlas shrugged, i didn't know what it was other than that it was thickish, i read a few chapters and said "this is terribly boring" and that was really the end of it. i just put it down and never bothered with it again. and, that says something about how boring it was, because i was the kind of kid that read anything.

like, i remember going to her father's house one weekend and reading lord of the flies in an afternoon when i was about 12. just cause it was on the shelf. that's the kind of kid i was.

i can't think of any other book that i rejected at that age, ever. and, i really had no idea.

it wasn't for a few years that i realized that i was a victim of child abuse.