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And I caved. I bought the new Stephen King, Under the Dome, today.
Yes, I’m ashamed. There were principles involved. Delaying the digital release until Christmas Eve to strongarm people into buying the hardcover is a stupid, assholic thing to do. I had righteous indignation and, dammit, I making a stand.
Then I saw it on the Walmart shelf this morning.
The hopes and dreams of a lifelong Stephen King fan are resting on this book. We’ve suffered through some shitty ones—hello, Insomnia…wtf was that?—but this one gives me the impression it could be similar to my favorite King book, Needful Things.
I couldn’t walk away from it.
My lame attempt at justification—my husband doesn’t read digitally, and he’ll want to read it, too. I’ll still have moments of being pissed off, like when my hand is cramping from trying to hold a 1074-page hardcover instead of a lean, mean digital reading machine.
But I folded like a napkin.