Christine was eating into his mind, burrowing into his unconscious.
Christine, blood-red, fat, and finned, was twenty. Her promise lay all in her past. Greedy and big, she was Arnie's obsession, a '58 Plymouth Fury. Broken down but not finished.
There was still power in her - a frightening power that leaked like sump oil, staining and corrupting. A malign power that corroded the mind and turned ownership into possession.
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - ElizaJane - LibraryThing
I've been re-reading King's works for the last several years now. The last few books were not horror stories so I was looking forward to getting back to the genre with this one. However "Christine" is ... Read full review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - csweder - LibraryThing
I read this before I was 16, and I must be honest, I was just a little afraid I would have a car that would act like Christine did....thankfully my need for speed overtook that fear. Read full review