Thoughts Under the Dome by Stephen King, Gallery Books (orig 2009), 875 pages, eBook
As typical of King stories, especially the really long ones that I seem to listen to, this one has lots of characters. Lots of good guys and plenty of bad guys. You love and cheer for the good ones and loath the bad.
Of course everyone in town called him Junior, he thought of himself as Junior, but he hadn’t realized how much he hated it, how much he hoped-to-die-in-a-maggot-pie hated it until he heard it come bolting out from between the spooky tombstone teeth of the bitch who had caused him so much trouble.
I was totally sucked in. To the point that I blew everything off – all chores, all duties, EVERYTHING. I listened every second I could and then some. Which is how I somehow finished this in 4 days. I mean, sure, I listened at 1.5 speed, BUT STILL! I was consumed.
And yet I didn’t love it. I just had to know what happened next!
What happened? What just happened? Nora? Nora-pie? Where are you, dear?
Then she saw her friend and uttered a scream of grief and horror.
Interestingly (maybe?) enough, I might have read more than listened. But of course, the listening part is what made me ZOOM through it. If I couldn’t sit still with the iPad/Kindle, then I had the buds in my ear and sometimes listened along as I read – but I usually read too fast for that to work. I can’t say the narrator was bad but I can’t say it added to the experience.
Rating: Three slices of apple pie. Better than The Shining; not as good as IT.
“I want to get high as apple pie in a red dirt sky,” Mel said, and then laughed: Nyuck-nyuck-nyuck.
Or maybe Whoopie Pies?
“She went to get Woops.”
“He means Whoopie Pies,” Alice said. “But she went to get other stuff, too. Because Mr. Killian didn’t caretake the cabin like he was supposed to.
Certainly not mockingbird pie…
“Jesus wants me to have more dope,” she said in that same dreamy voice. “I want to get as high as a mockinbird pie.”
“I believe that’s ‘elephant’s eye,’ but I’ll take it under consideration.”
All pie references are in honor of a terrific blogging friend who sends me postcards of all her found pie references…