From a Buick 8

Goody, another book about a mysterious car. Hey, Stephen King, quit recycling!

So it isn't exactly Christine – the car itself isn't evil, per se, but it has a portal to another dimension in it or something. But it's still too close for comfort, and the dull opening doesn't help matters. I tried and tried to plod through it, and yet nothing.

I am an enormous fan of King, make no doubt about it – but this is probably the only one of his books that I ever put down before finishing it. That's different. It's a miss among a pile of hits.