THE AIRPLANE AND THE WOODCHUCK
From two thousand feet, where Claudette Sanders was taking a flying
lesson, the town of Chester's Mill gleamed in the morning light like something
freshly made and just set down. Cars trundled along Main Street, flashing up
winks of sun. The steeple of the Congo Church looked sharp enough to pierce
the unblemished sky. The sun raced along the surface of Prestile Stream as the Seneca V overflew it, both plane and water cutting the town on the same diagonal course.
"Chuck, I think I see two boys beside the Peace Bridge! Fishing!" Her very
delight made her laugh. The flying lessons were courtesy of her husband, who was the town's First Selectman. Although of the opinion that if God had wanted man to fly, He would have given him wings, Andy was an extremely coaxable man, and eventually Claudette had gotten her way. She had enjoyed the experience from the first. But this wasn't mere enjoyment; it was exhilaration. Today was the first time she had really understood what made flying great.What made it cool.
Chuck Thompson, her instructor, touched the control yoke gently, then
pointed at the instrument panel. "I'm sure," he said, "but let's keep the shiny
side up, Claudie, okay?"
"Sorry, sorry."
"Not at all." He had been teaching people to do this for years, and he
liked students like Claudie, the ones who were eager to learn something new.
She might cost Andy Sanders some real money before long; she loved the
Seneca, and had expressed a desire to have one just like it, only new. That
would run somewhere in the neighborhood of a million dollars. Although not
exactly spoiled, Claudie Sanders had undeniably expensive tastes which, lucky man, Andy seemed to have no trouble satisfying.
Chuck also liked days like this: unlimited visibility, no wind, perfect
teaching conditions. Nevertheless, the Seneca rocked slightly as she overcorrected.
"You're losing your happy thoughts. Don't do that. Come to one-twenty.
Let's go out Route 119. And drop on down to nine hundred."
She did, the Seneca's trim once more perfect. Chuck relaxed.
They passed above Jim Rennie's Used Cars, and then the town was
behind them. There were fields on either side of 119, and trees burning with
color. The Seneca's cruciform shadow fled up the blacktop, one dark wing
briefly brushing over an ant-man with a pack on his back. The ant-man looked
up and waved. Chuck waved back, although he knew the guy couldn't see him.
"Beautiful goddam day!" Claudie exclaimed. Chuck laughed.
Their lives had another forty seconds to run.
From Under the Dome by Stephen King. Copyright (c) 2009 by Stephen King. Excerpted with permission by Scribner, a Division of Simon & Schuster, Inc.
Stephen King ups his own considerable ante once again in Under the Dome, the chilling tale of a small Maine town inexplicably sealed off from the rest of the world by an invisible force field.
Planes crash into it and fall from the sky. A gardener’s hand is severed as “the dome” comes down on it. Cars explode on impact. No one can fathom what this barrier is, and when—or if—it will go away.
Iraq vet and short-order cook Dale Barbara joins forces with a few intrepid citizens to get to the bottom of the mystery. Against them stands Big Jim Rennie, a politician who will stop at nothing—even murder—to hold the reins of power. But their main adversary is the Dome itself. Because time isn’t just short. It’s running out.
Hardcover: 1088 pages
Publisher: Scribner/Simon & Schuster ( November 10, 2009 )
Item #: 65-4428
ISBN: 9781439148501
Product Dimensions: 6.125 x 9.25 x 1.575 inches
Product Weight: 51.0 ounces

I have been reading Mr. King's books since Carrie first came out and I have noticed a steady decline in his work. Under the Dome illustrates Mr. King's bias against folks on the right. He constantly bashed Republicans; I guess Mr. King doesn't realize he has readers (like myself) who are conservative Republicans. Or maybe he knows but just doesn't care if he loses right wing readers. I am done with Stephen King and will not purchase any more of his novels.
Reviewer: Debbie B
Worth it, yes. All 1074 pages.
Many times, I wanted to cluck my tongue at Stephen. This book probably has more violence and gore than any I've read by him. Still...
King makes us face our worst fears, exposing the ugly side of the human race (that we're aware of, but ultimately, would like to sweep under the rug).
The truth about human nature is ultimately scarier than clowns in the sewer and vampires.
As always, there are characters to root for and some sobering lessons are learned.
Not a pleasant read, but riveting and thought provoking.
And thanks to Stephen for not leaving us guessing at the end. :)
Reviewer: Shelley
Fantastic book, one of the best! I was so wrapped up in this book, I only put it down when I absolutely had to. As a Stephen King reader for about 20 years, only Carrie, the Shining, the Stand and all the Dark Tower related books are better, in my opinion. Well worth reading!!!!!!!! For the record, this reminded me more of 1984 than Animal Farm.
Reviewer: Janel
As always, King scores! A very long book, but most definitely worth the read. Characters are well-developed and the plot holds you until the very end. Another to hold a special place in my SK library!
Reviewer: Avid R
Just finished!!! Very proud of myself. Very long book. I had to make myself put it at midnight every night. I've never read SK before. Just a little dark for me, but there was something about this one that I just kept coming back to. And I'm so glad I did. This is one of the best books I've ever read, and I've read many. It really makes you wonder what your place is on this Earth. Kudos, Mr. King. Well,done.
Reviewer: Lynda L