The death count continue as I finish the second "part" of Christine. At the end of part 2 the narration returns to first person. Once again, I am saddened at the transition. It was tough saying goodbye to Dennis, but I got used to King's voice as he narrated the story. It was truly gruesome at points.
.There is one scene in which a prominent character (a not so nice guy) is safe and sound in his house. Outside he spots Christine. Never a good sign! And, as with previous murders, Arnie isn't driving. Sometimes victims see a corpse driving. In one case, the car was full of people Christine had killed! Most often, she's just empty.
.In this scene, our friend spots Christine out on his lawn. But he's safe and sound in his own home, right? Wrong! I thought this was brilliant. Because King went where we feel safe and invaded the safety with his haunted car. Christine blasts a hole right through the house. I like it, I like it a lot!
.The police work in Christine seems amateurish. Of course, I'm not a cop, so I really have no clue. But the way they go at this case is nuts!
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Christine's ability to regenerate after an attack is awesome. I mean, it makes her crimes very difficult to trace. Obviously it is helpful when she is in serious attack mode. She goes to war for a while, then backs out, recovers (it's like catching her breath) and then finishes the job.
.I do wonder why this book is not more popular with King readers. Does King pull off the haunted car motif? Yes, like only he can.
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The Writing:
Always impressed that this book is just pure horror. Here's a wonderful paragraph:
Leaning out of the window no less then six inches from his own face, was a rotting corpse. Its eyes were wide, empty sockets, its mummified lips were drawn back from a few yellowed leaning teeth. One hand lay whitely on the steering wheel. The other, clicking horridly, reached out to touch him.
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The dead thing beckoned him, grinning, and the car's engine suddenly screamed, piling up revs.
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"Catch yourself a drink, asshole," another voice whispered hoarsely, and Buddy Repperton leaned forward in the back seat, extending a bottle of Texas Driver toward Don. Worms spilled and squirmed through his grin. Beetles crawled in what remained of his hair.
sigh.
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The Fury roared across the living room, knocking Will's La-Z-Boy armchair onto its side, where it lay like a dead pony.
.Revised DEATH COUNT: 8
1 by Suicide.
1 by choking.
1 by Suicide.
1 by choking.
1 by running over. (3x forward, 3x backward. Nice job, Christine.)
5 more by auto.
--attempted murder: 1 by choking. Creepy!
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