I hate Ayn Rand.
A LOT.
What is there to hate?
Of course, I've only read on of her books.
Are most of her books basically dragging on until the main characters have sex and then dragging on some more?
Eh, she just rubs me the wrong way. I haven't read anything by her in a long time. Last one was Anthem, I believe. I actually liked that book, for the most part, and then the last few chapters turned from an interesting book to BLAHBLAHOBJECTIVISMISAWESOMEBLAHBLAHBLAH. Objectivism in itself bothers me, so it's difficult for me to be all about Ayn Rand. To each his own, I suppose.
ANYWAY. I just finished the book The Straight Road to Kyle. It is the story of a gay boy named Jonathan who gets drunk at a party and sleeps with a girl. The girl spreads the story around, which prompts the richest, most popular girl in the school to propose a deal to him: pretend to go straight and be her boyfriend, and in return she will take him to London to see a Kylie Minogue concert.
...seriously.
I found it in a bookstore near my house. I was so surprised something that ridiculous could exist that I *had* to read it.