I will do this. I will go Under the Dome.

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I'm a sick, sick puppy.  Yes, I am.

I've been waiting quite a while for the new King novel -- the BIG novel, the Salem's Lot / The Stand / The Shining kind'a novel,and Under the Dome seemed to fit the bill.  And now I just have to read it.  I'll snatch it from the book store the day it comes out.  No amazon buy on this one -- it would take days, days, to get here, and I just can't have that.  No: I want to be the guy who rips it out of the retail clerk's hands, Harry Potter-like, when they're building the displal just inside the door. 

One thousand seventy-two pages.  No reprints, no short stories, all book, baby.  And mine, all mine.

But ...

I've been here before.  I know that taking on a book like this, in the midst of an actual life, is a major undertaking.

I'm 55 years old. I have a 'career,' a family, volunteer work, chores.  I can't do what I did when SL or TSt or TSh came out, and just lock myself in my room and read it until my eyes are burning, sleep with my head in the pizza box, and then do it agian until I'm done.

No, this is a commitment.  This is like taking on a new girlfriend and hiding it from my wife.  So this time around, I'm going to chronicle my day-to-day foray into The Big Book, starting ... now.