I cut my teeth on Stephen King. But I started late eighties, so I missed his start. I can never remember which of his books I have read and I haven’t. And while familiar with Christine — the killer car who comes to life to smite a nerdy teen’s enemies — I never actually delved into it. It’s fascinating in conjunction with King’s prediliction for killer autos, especially when considering his old man’s perspective in From a Buick 8.