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A review by lmau
Christine by Stephen King
2.0
Oh, wow. What a ride, huh?
This must be the longest book I’ve read for the month, and I wasn’t expecting I’d finished it in only for a few days (partly thanks to a bookish habit I’d like to call, forcing myself to read more before the deadline), but I’m so glad I can finally proceed to another book for March.
Anyway, I thought I’d never get to see the end of this book because it seemed to have been dragging itself more than it should. Although, I’ve heard the author’s got the knack for prolonging his reader’s interest, leaving them no choice but to continue until their hunger is satisfied, though maybe that’s just me getting impatient easily these days.
In fact, it’s pretty much how half of the story went for my reading experience, as the chapters were divided to 3 parts, with two of the main characters narrating the different sections of the book. I was mildly interested specifically on how the problem builds itself up until its reached the final form, but the rest were a bit of a dud and sort of forgettable for my taste.
On the other hand, it got quite discomforting with the slurs casually dropped from a character’s dialogue, as if it’s perfectly normal to snide misogynic remarks towards the opposite sex and women unable to get a decent description without resorting to how alluring their bodies are, especially with how ‘swelling’ the breast looks to the narrator’s point of view.
Speaking of which, it saddened me greatly how female characters are given a negative portrayal for themselves who also doesn’t seem to have any positive personalities either.
It all boils down to unlikable with Regina Cunningham and the ditzy type who’s known to betray someone’s trust because of their vulnerability and cling to someone for comfort which is Leigh Cabot. Let’s not forget how creepy it is to take notice of a teenager’s ‘budding breast’ by her brother, Dennis Guilder out of all people.
I find myself lost with the technical term for cars as well, so I had a difficult time visualizing a scene in case a part or two was mentioned, but enough for me to understand that what’s happening isn’t a happy sight at all.
While I’d like to take appreciation of this book as much as possible since this is a King novel, I don’t think this is something I’d be reading again anytime soon. Though, I’d be sure to remember to check his other works and see if there happens to be one that goes with my expectations and preferences, if I can help it.
For the meantime, I’ll remain adamant with my stand to remain dependent commuting on public vehicles than learn to drive a car myself.
This must be the longest book I’ve read for the month, and I wasn’t expecting I’d finished it in only for a few days (partly thanks to a bookish habit I’d like to call, forcing myself to read more before the deadline), but I’m so glad I can finally proceed to another book for March.
Anyway, I thought I’d never get to see the end of this book because it seemed to have been dragging itself more than it should. Although, I’ve heard the author’s got the knack for prolonging his reader’s interest, leaving them no choice but to continue until their hunger is satisfied, though maybe that’s just me getting impatient easily these days.
In fact, it’s pretty much how half of the story went for my reading experience, as the chapters were divided to 3 parts, with two of the main characters narrating the different sections of the book. I was mildly interested specifically on how the problem builds itself up until its reached the final form, but the rest were a bit of a dud and sort of forgettable for my taste.
On the other hand, it got quite discomforting with the slurs casually dropped from a character’s dialogue, as if it’s perfectly normal to snide misogynic remarks towards the opposite sex and women unable to get a decent description without resorting to how alluring their bodies are, especially with how ‘swelling’ the breast looks to the narrator’s point of view.
Speaking of which, it saddened me greatly how female characters are given a negative portrayal for themselves who also doesn’t seem to have any positive personalities either.
It all boils down to unlikable with Regina Cunningham and the ditzy type who’s known to betray someone’s trust because of their vulnerability and cling to someone for comfort which is Leigh Cabot. Let’s not forget how creepy it is to take notice of a teenager’s ‘budding breast’ by her brother, Dennis Guilder out of all people.
I find myself lost with the technical term for cars as well, so I had a difficult time visualizing a scene in case a part or two was mentioned, but enough for me to understand that what’s happening isn’t a happy sight at all.
While I’d like to take appreciation of this book as much as possible since this is a King novel, I don’t think this is something I’d be reading again anytime soon. Though, I’d be sure to remember to check his other works and see if there happens to be one that goes with my expectations and preferences, if I can help it.
For the meantime, I’ll remain adamant with my stand to remain dependent commuting on public vehicles than learn to drive a car myself.