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    <name><![CDATA[Eric]]></name>
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  <recommended_for><![CDATA[8th graders everywhere]]></recommended_for>
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  <read_at>Thu Jan 01 00:00:00 -0800 1987</read_at>
  <date_added>Thu Apr 17 11:37:29 -0700 2008</date_added>
  <date_updated>Thu Apr 17 11:51:25 -0700 2008</date_updated>
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    <body><![CDATA[This book is underrated.<br/><br/>Yeah, sure, the hokey premise is a car is possessed by demons and runs over people.  Clearly one of Stephen King's earlier, and weaker, scary ideas.  <br/><br/>But King has a knack for drawing very human characters to suffer the creepy situations he thrusts them into.  You've got the HS geek with a quarterback best friend set upon my bullies (and bullies from the 1950s are a wholly different menace, remember Kiefer Sutherland terrorizing Wil Wheaton in the King adaption &quot;Stand By Me?&quot;).   So the geek works on a car (apparently something a lot of geeks used to do in the days before computers) that acts as vicar for his own suppressed anger and smouldering sense of injustice.  Stuff happens.  But you know, you don't dance with the Devil, the Devil dances with you, and there's a price to be paid when unleashing a monster on the world.<br/><br/>Not great literature, not even good literature, but I retain fond memories of reading it as a 12-year-old.]]></body>
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