Eric Stone
I’ve been living in Christine for the last week, toggling between the hardcover when I’m putting the kids to bed and the audiobook while I’m doing chores or out for a walk. It’s a hell of a way to experience a story - hearing Arnie’s voice physically warp and decline in my ears while I’m doing the dishes, then picking up the physical page to see the carnage in print. That narrator deserves a raise for the way he handled Arnie’s transformation; it’s one thing to read about a kid losing his mind, but hearing the gravel enter his throat is another thing entirely.
The book brought out the nostalgia. It dragged me straight back to 2003, right around graduation, when you could actually "lose" four hours to a hobby and not even realize the sun had gone down. It made me miss having a project that felt like the center of the world. It also made me desperately want a hot rod - though, ideally, a "nice" one that doesn't require a blood sacrifice to keep the engine turning.
It’s dark, tense, and classic King. Even though I’m not giving it a perfect 5, there is so much value in how it captures that specific high school purgatory where your car is your only real personality trait. It’s a trip worth taking, especially if you’ve ever spent too much time under a hood.
I’ve been living in Christine for the last week, toggling between the hardcover when I’m putting the kids to bed and the audiobook while I’m doing chores or out for a walk. It’s a hell of a way to experience a story - hearing Arnie’s voice physically warp and decline in my ears while I’m doing the dishes, then picking up the physical page to see the carnage in print. That narrator deserves a raise for the way he handled Arnie’s transformation; it’s one thing to read about a kid losing his mind, but hearing the gravel enter his throat is another thing entirely.
The book brought out the nostalgia. It dragged me straight back to 2003, right around graduation, when you could actually "lose" four hours to a hobby and not even realize the sun had gone down. It made me miss having a project that felt like the center of the world. It also made me desperately want a hot rod - though, ideally, a "nice" one that doesn't require a blood sacrifice to keep the engine turning.
It’s dark, tense, and classic King. Even though I’m not giving it a perfect 5, there is so much value in how it captures that specific high school purgatory where your car is your only real personality trait. It’s a trip worth taking, especially if you’ve ever spent too much time under a hood.