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Well, I can probably now clarify, that I'm a member of the Stephen King fan club. I literally devoured this book in a couple of days. If it wasn't for real life, I could have read it in one sitting. This book is a terrifying mind-fuck. Terrifying in the sense that the events that pan out in this story, in reality, they could all actually happen. There was nothing supernatural about this, it was all very real. Apparently Stephen King wrote this novel at the very height of his alcoholism, and it certainly shows. There are no chapters, no breaks, there is not even much time to breathe as you get sucked into the next paragraph. The story itself is set over three days, but the pace is constant. I read the majority of this while I had quiet time, and I was that edgy, I could feel my heartbeat quickening in my chest, eager to turn the next page.

Cujo, in short, is about a saint bernard, that due to an unfortunate event, turns rabid. Around the centre of this event there are other side plots going on, too. All of these events tie up incredibly well, and we end up with one huge event, but hell, it's definitely worth the wait. I expected gore, but actually, there was nothing especially significant that caused me to wince. It is the physiological affect that King is ultimately the grand master at. He literally gets under your skin, and messes with your mind, and, just when you think you're getting a handle on reality again, he hits you with another twist. He's good like that, Mr King.
Although I loved this book, I didn't love it as much as Pet Sematary,as that one completely blew my mind, but, that said, this was still an amazingly suspenseful, and petrifying read. Thank you, once again, Mr King.