'See anything green?' this sept - no, this octogenarian Arnie Cunningham croaked, as its body twisted and writhed and withered on Christine's red seat... The voice cracked and rose and whined into a shrill, senile treble, and now the skin broke open in sores and surface tumours and behind the glasses milky cataracts covered both eyes like shades being pulled down. It was rotting before his very eyes and the smell of it was what he had smelled in Christine before, what Leigh has smelled, only it was worse now, it was the high, gassy, gagging smell of high-speed decay, the smell of his own death...
Christine is an interesting Stephen King story: the novel is pretty long and revolves around an evil car called Christine which kills anyone that comes between her and the owner - in this case, nerdy Arnie Cunningham. Ok, so it sounds like another work of trashy pulp fiction. But the descriptions in the book of Christine's evil intent (if an inanimate object can even have evil intent) and the many gory deaths throughout the novel make this one of King's best works. It teaches readers that cars are not all they seem. Especially when they've got a dead man's soul behind the wheel.
I love Stephen King and music festivals; I eat my toast upside down; I daydream about getting married probably a bit too much; and I wish every day for a pet sausage dog puppy (who never materialises – sob).
