#41: Under the Dome (Stephen King)

When you’ve known someone for a while, you get to know whether or not they’re prone to ramble. When you’ve known someone a very long time, you even learn to enjoy it. Sure, sometimes it might be terribly juvenile, or a half-formed idea that surely would’ve benefited from a longer stay in the oven; often, though, when the rambling rolls along, full of energy and invention, the passive role of listener, occasional nodder of the head and asker of “And then what?” can be bliss.