#i will ACTUALLY start screaming if vic starts erasing people. this is not a joke

[i3utterflyeffect]

i actually cannot stop thinking about the idea of someone being erased now. i forgot the eraser vic has isn't alan's but genuinely i need to know how an eraser works for sticks. it's so scary not knowing

[that-girl-in-the-shadows]

Cujo

{Note: I had written another version of this, but my computer shut down before I posted and so erased everything.}

Wow. For the first time since I started this reading challenge, I managed to finish a book in less than a month. That makes me really happy.

Of course, I can actually read a book pretty fast. If I was really invested in it, I can actually finish within a day, the problem is that I never actually found a good enough reason to finish early. I mean, what’s the rush right?

Well, that is actually one of the reasons why I decided to finish “Cujo” early. 

For one, since this book is no joke when it comes to its horror aspect (which I will come to later) I just wanted to get over as soon as I could. 

Second and most importantly, I am entering a new phase in my life. By the end of this month, I will be leaving a place that has made a great impact in my and people who I’ve apparently come to care for. I am doing it because I have to not because I want to and so, I didn’t want the last book to be this...

Add those two up and you’ve the present. Finished early even if I only read this when there was light outside. 

I know,it sounds childish, but apparently that was I how I coped with reading Stephen King.

To be honest, I never wanted to read Stephen King’s books. I have no urgent liking with horror and I’ve watched all the movies and they did creep me out, books are far worse and so I didn’t want to put that sort of...fear in me.

But surprisingly enough, this was a really entertaining book.

I found myself grossed out at particular gory moments and shouting/chastising the main female character a lot.

It was a nice a change.

Stephen King is a amazing writer, which should come as no surprise considering he is not only a renowned author but an author who was several films made from his books. And not franchises might I add. 

Still, I was surprised at how good he is. My brother and I had several lovely conversations about how it must be to receive a love letter from him.

The way he wrote managed to not only make a beautiful and vivid picture in my head, but managed to really make it feel like I was there at the same time...not. I felt the excruciating pain it must have felt to be bitten by a rabid dog at the same time I felt safe that he was not coming after me.

The story was nicely built up and you really did feel for the characters because everything was explained and you knew who they were. You had be there for some of the experiences.

Nothing was too long and too short, it was all just right. There were not any scenes missing or anything else I would have liked. 

Like I said, Stephen King is an expert, he got the job done and did it well. 

There is not much I can say about this book other than what I have already said. Everything was tied together one way or the other and there were no loose ends. 

It was wonderful, and it attracted me, the fact that he only hinted at something supernatural. Everything was grounded in reality and that in the end was monster.

Cujo was no evil dog, actually he was good dog like the book emphasized, he was no monster. He was not born one and he tried not to be one, it was not his choice, the only reason he had become a monster was because he had rabies. 

That reminded me that life, here, reality is the monster. There are things that we want to do or not to do but we sometimes can’t...”free will was not a factor”.

Everything was done in this book wonderfully, I am visibly impressed. 

Even so, this is not a perfect book. That being said, it comes close.

Favorite Quotes (because surprisingly I have some):

1. ““I told you they’d go away, Tad,” it whispered, “They always do, in the end. And then I can come back. I like to come back. I like you, Tad. I’ll come back every night now, I think, and every night I’ll come a little closer to your bed...and a little closer...until one night, before you can scream for them, you’ll hear something growling, something growling right beside you, Tad, it’ll be me, and I’ll pounce, and then I’ll eat you and you’ll be in me.”

Tad stared at the creature in his closet with drugged, horrified fascination. There was something that...was almost familiar. Something he almost knew. And that was the worst, that almost knowing. Because...

“Because I’m crazy, Tad. I’m here. I’ve been here all along. My name was Frank Dodd once, and I killed all the ladies and maybe I ate them, too. I’ve been here all along, I stick around, I keep my ear to the ground. I’m the monster, Tad, the old monster, and I’ll have you soon, Tad. Feel me getting closer...and closer...””

2. “And those tears, shed at seventeen, had been like these, burning, not wanting to come; it was more like bleeding that crying. But at seventeen it was easier to cry, easier to bleed. When you were at seventeen you still expected to do your share of both.”

3. “”It’s more. It’s knowing you can’t wait any longer to be a grownup, or wait any longer to make your peace with what you have. It’s knowing that your choices are being narrowed almost daily. For a woman- no, for me - that’s a brutal thing to have to face. Wife, that’s fine. But you’re gone at work so much. Mother, that’s fine, too. But there’s a little less of it every year, because every year the world gets another little slice of him.

Men....they know what they are. They have an image of what they are. They never live up to the ideal, and it breaks them, and maybe that’s why so many men die unhappy and before their time, but they know what being a grownup is supposed to mean. They have some kind of handle at thirty, forty, fifty. They don’t hear the wind, or if they do, they find a lance and tilt at it, thinking it must be a windmill or some fucking thing that needs knocking down.

And what a woman does - what I did - was to run from becoming. I got scared of the way the house sounded when Tad was gone. Once, do you know - this is crazy- I was in his room, changing the sheets, and I got thinking about these girlfriends I had in high school. Wondering what happened to them, where they went. I was almost in a daze. And Tad’s closet door swung open and...I screamed and ran out of the room. I don’t know why...except I guess I do. I thought for just a second there that Joan Brady would come out of Tad’s closet, and her head would be gone and there would be blood all over her clothes and she would say ‘I died in a car crash when I was nineteen coming back from Sammy’s Pizza and I don’t give a damn.’”

“Christ, Donna,” Vic said.

“I got scared, that’s all. I got scared when I’d start looking at knickknacks or thinking about taking a pottery course or yoga or something like that. And the only place to run from the future is into the past...”