Cujo

I approached Cujo with curiosity. I wanted to know how Stephen King managed to turn a rabid dog into a killing machine/horror monster. I wanted to know how a woman and a kid locked inside a car could sustain an entire novel. I knew little about it, but what I did know didn't make much sense. It didn't seem possible, you know? Didn't seem doable. To be completely honest, I still don't know how he did it, but he did. This little book kept me on the edge of my seat at all times, and it's probably one of the most disturbing horror stories I have ever read—and I loved every minute of it.

Sadly, I have to give it 3 stars. First half of the book is awesome but when Cujo, the dog after whom the whole book is titled, shows up, the quality goes down. More than 100 pages of the drama in the car was “a bit” of a stretch.
King excels in creating relatable characters and that's why I was so excited when I started reading this book. Marital conflict was handled brilliantly.
But in the second half he focuses more on the dog and drama of survival. Rabid dog just isn't enough for me, though. Few pages could be considered a prequel to legendary It, but it's only in the beginning.
I think this book should be shorter and released as part of his novella collections. Maybe even part of Skeleton Crew because many of short stories there felt like writing exercises and nothing more.
Iconic terror... I agree with the latter but this book definitely isn't iconic.

Bats can't be trusted EVER. First they infect Cujo which leads him to kill others and now 2020 rolls around.... the rest is history.
Next time I go outside I will be shaking trees so bats don't get a good days sleep ever again. All in the name of justice for Cujo and the world.


anyways Cujo is a fictional dog but I just hope he knows that he's forever a good boy and that it wasn't his fault :((