It's a pretty dense read, so be prepared. I would say that Rand is worthy enough of an author for you to read and form your own solid opinion of her, don't be swayed by the opinion of critics and others. Judge the work for yourself. That being said, yes her work is a bit pedagogy, and her writing is not so imaginative as it is... didactic. As a naive school-girl I believed her writing to be something remarkable, and this new philosophy she was espousing of Objectivism I was really taken by. I thought it was all so simple really: a man should live for himself and himself only, for his mind and his art. Honestly at the time I believed truer words were never said. The book seems to be like something of a gateway drug for adolescent youth. It is dangerous to dive into Rand's philosophy during those precarious years of teenage-hood, where you are all immersed in your own saga, not likely caring about anyone but yourself, and likely so confident that all the odds are against you and only you.
But we all grow up and as time passed I became disillusioned by her philosophy. I fell in love with my family, nature, the birds, and the flowers and all the truly simple things in life. They had the good sense not to masquerade around as a religion, knowing they were their own religion.