From a Buick 8 is a tale of a Buick Roadmaster that just isn’t… quite right. There is no motor and has a steering wheel that is too big. Not to mention that it doesn’t get dirty or scratched. If it’s scratched, it will heal over a couple of days. When it is found after the mysterious owner disappeared while ordering gas at a station, the local police in a small Pennsylvania town take it and keep it for over twenty years. Over those years, the car (if you can call it that) has done some pretty inexplicable things. As King puts it, it has abortions in which things from another world, dimension, or whatever comes here through the Buick’s trunk. But it is not just a one-way deal. Things from this world can go to the other world too. There is one policeman who takes a keen (almost unhealthy) interest in the Buick and all of its peculiarities: Curt Wilcox. When he dies in a drunk driving incident, his son Ned grieves by going to the police station and helping out by cleaning windows and things like that. It is by doing this that he discovers the Buick in a shed and is told its story by his dad’s companions.
This book, which has an interesting plot, was incredibly boring. There were so few exciting parts, that I really considered putting this back on the shelf and forgetting all about it. But being me, I trucked on through it and was almost compensated at the end with the most interesting part of the entire book. I can’t ruin the ending for you all, but I can say the book can and probably should have been simplified to about 100 to 200 pages and it may have passed as a good book. Although the book itself didn’t grab my attention as I would have liked, one can’t ignore King’s terrific writing style. It kind of pains me to do this, but I rate this book as a 4 out of 10. Sorry Stephen, but you can and have done better.
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