At the same time I'm reading The Complete Idiot's Guide to Investing for Women that my dad gave me. It's from like 1998, but most of the investment and finance concepts have been the same for a hundred years. It's kind of fun that it's written specifically to women; it gives a lot of examples of successful women and makes the terminology more relate-able.
So the combination of the two has been giving me visions of being Dagny Taggart in futuristic-yet-1950's disutopian America, correcting the mistakes of an incompetent, indecisive brother to save her beloved railroad, facing masculine opposition at every turn. No one tell me who is John Galt is, because I haven't gotten there yet!