I absolutely loved this book! The late great literary critic Wayne Booth defined rhetoric as the ability to change a reader's mind or have a profound effect on their thinking by use of persuasion. Well, Mr. King has done it again with this book. My jaw literally hit the floor on page 892 when I realized that "we" were little ants and the Dome was literally like a glass jar placed over an ant hill in a backyard. Bravo, Mr. King, just outstanding job. I couldn't stop thinking about this book for days, just kept going over it again and again, that just like I am indifferent about the big squishy palmettos that come in when it gets rainy here in Atlanta, that's how other species will probably feel about us.
Now, to the little fixes. Julia's poor little dog Horace became Hector for a few pages in the beginning of the book, then morphed back into Horace. Thank goodness! But I found a bigger problem. When Andy
Sanders went out to the church to tell Chef Bushey that Sammy had killed two cops and then committed suicide, he was adamant about not telling Chef (Phil) that Sammy had accused the male cops of raping her and Georgia of standing there and egging them on. Yet, on page 973, the narrator says that Chef notices Mel Searles, who is an old friend of Frank DeLesseps, who raped Sammy, which means he probably raped Sammy, too. So, now Chef is referencing the rape.
All in all, I love the heft of this book; I savored each and every page. The physical size matched the need to feel a psychological crowding and claustrophobia in the Dome, a kind of ants crowded into an enclosed space feel to it. Also, I like the deaths at the end coming quickly because, again, the deaths were senseless, like that of insects, and when you are fighting for your life you have less time to mourn the death of those around you. This is one of those books that will stay with me for a very long time. I can't wait for the movie.



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