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 - benuathanasia - LibraryThing
I thought I knew what to expect from this book. I thought I knew the overall plot - Christine, a sentient car, becomes a homicidal vehicle. It's so much more than that. I'm rather shocked at the ... Read full review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - Lukerik - LibraryThing
This novel is like a bad date: fat and shallow. There are no cleverly expounded themes. It just gabbles on at great length saying really nothing, and saying it in far more words than are technically ... Read full review