
Originally Posted by
Mr. Palmer
It was the summer of 1985. I was 13 years old. And my grandmother (rest her soul) gave me a hardback of CHRISTINE that she'd bought at a yard sale.
I'd heard of Stephen King, sure, but had never read one of his books. I opened the book up with trepidation. I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to find from the master of the macabre.
Holy heck!
CHRISTINE floored me. And it's remained my favorite Stephen King outing all these years later. I now read the book annually without fail.
What does everyone else think of this book?
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