Don't Buy Stephan King's "Under The Dome."

Hey, I just finished Stephen King's new book, "Under the Dome." 1072 pages of crap! How or why, does he do it? It was the most boring pile of dead tree pulp I think, I KNOW I've ever read. Is he insane! Did that car that hit him damage his brain? Oh, why couldn't that car have been going faster?

That pile of paper and ink stole hours of my life that I'll never get back. Don't buy it! And don't ask to barrow mine, it's getting burnt into a pile of ashes.

Or better yet, I'm going to place it where the empty role of toilet paper is now hanging and enjoy it all over again, one page at a time.