I’ve never been a huge fan of Stephen King – he’s always been a bit too perverted for my tastes. But somewhere in my little brain I thought it would be a good idea to read his new book, “Under The Dome”. This thing is a monster – over a thousand pages long – and for the most part the story is pretty good (if you exclude the gang-raping and multiple instances of just plain old raping). That is, for 1059 pages the story is pretty good. After that, I was severely disappointed.
SPOILER ALERT SPOILER ALERT (but you’d be better off reading it, and not wasting your time with the book)
On page 1059 we realize, the dome is caused by LITTLE BABY ALIENS who are just playing around, like kids play with anthills. Seriously, I read for two solid days to have the plot summed up with LITTLE BABY ALIENS? Ugh.
1088 pages
2/5, because what good is a plot without LITTLE BABY ALIENS
