Stephen King's second tale of a possessed car is not as good as his first. Although it is over 15 years since I read "Christine", it remains with me as one of the best novels I have ever read. By comparison, "From A Buick 8", is one of those books that you find yourself persisting through - I finished it for no better reason than not wanting to abandon it mid-book. Perhaps it is just me, but the more of King's later work I read, the less satisfied I am. Is it just that his early work was so good, or is he just worn-out trying to be prolific? Skip this book and read Christine instead.