I just finished reading ‘We, the living’ by Ayn Rand. She writes beautifully. But it was way too heavy for me. It left me sad & groping silently. After reading the last page, I kept sitting & staring at the book feeling helpless & lost. It’s a sad story with beautifully crafted characters. I kept wondering what life’s all about. The beauty of the book is that I actually could identify with the characters. I think Ayn Rand is by far one of the best authors I’ve read and the detailing with which she defines her characters is unmatchable.
