Stephen King

On an entirely normal, beautiful fall day in Chester's Mill, Maine, the town is inexplicably and suddenly sealed off from the rest of the world by an invisible force field. Planes crash into it and fall from the sky in flaming wreckage, a gardener's hand is severed as "the dome" comes down on it, people running errands in the neighboring town are divided from their families, and cars explode on impact. No one can fathom what this barrier is, where it came from, and when -- or if -- it will go away.

Dale Barbara, Iraq vet and now a short-order cook, finds himself teamed with a few intrepid citizens -- town newspaper owner Julia Shumway, a physician's assistant at the hospital, a select-woman, and three brave kids. Against them stands Big Jim Rennie, a politician who will stop at nothing -- even murder -- to hold the reins of power, and his son, who is keeping a horrible secret in a dark pantry. But their main adversary is the Dome itself. Because time isn't just short. It's running out.
Source: http://www.simonandschuster.com/books/Under-the-Dome/Stephen-King/9781439148501

Under the Dome

Stephanie 

An idea is like a cold germ: sooner or later someone always catches it.

I decided to track my reading process along to hold myself accountable 😂 I did what I always do with books I (might) struggle with: dividing it into equal sized parts and tabbing them as milestones. Will I regret my minimum reading goal of 165 pages per day? Absolutely. 🙃

So far so good; I enjoy the ride. I still have a strange mix of memory fragments of passages I already read (tbh, barely none 😂) and frames of the TV show (which was annoying af 🥴) in my head. But it’s fun! 🌝

When dawn was still long hours away, bad thoughts took flesh and began to walk. 

In the middle of the night thoughts became zombies.

If you don't control your temper, your temper will control you.

I remember why I love Kings writing so much. It’s not beautiful or aesthetic (okay, sometimes it is) but raw and honest. He curses, his characters are not good deep inside and he’s unafraid to cross boundaries and shock his readers. 

A man without a sense of purpose - even one whose bank accounts are stuffed with money - is always a small man.

Murder is like potato chips: you can't stop with just one.

Give a man or woman back his self-respect, and in most cases - not all, but most - you also give back that person's ability to think with at least some clarity.

I guess a sock is also a geometric shape—technically—but I don't know what you'd call it. A socktagon?

Adding that to the list of punchlines I might use. 

“Your bullshit quotient is higher than my husband’s“

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