Carrie knew she should not use the terrifying power she possessed… But one night at her senior prom, Carrie was scorned and humiliated just one time too many, and in a fit of uncontrollable fury she turned her clandestine game into a weapon of horror and destruction…
So, I did it. I finally picked up a Stephen King novel. His books had been on my TBR for ages. I found this in the library in my hometown. There was also IT by the same author, which I really wanted to read, but the library had placed a really ugly cover on it, and the pages were so tightly bound together (It was a really old copy) that it was hard to turn the pages, so I did not feel like picking it up.
This book had a really interesting plot. It was really freaky, and gory. I usually have little sympathy for characters who end up hurting innocent people because they’ve had a traumatic childhood, however, I couldn’t help feeling sorry for Carrie. She had a really horrible life.
Carrie’s mother was a horrific character. The extent of he depravity was terrifying. She practiced a frighteningly extremist form of religion that ended up isolating Carrie from the world. She believed that all signs of womanhood were sinful (One thing that cracked up my immature self was the way she referred to a woman’s breasts as ‘dirtypillows.’ Every time I read that word, I ended up picturing a woman with huge, dirty pillows taped to her chest, and I need bleach to take that image off my head).
The characterizations were quite well done, and the writing style was quite interesting. The writing alternated between the main storyline, and a bunch of reports from studies on Carrie and her telekinetic abilities. Overall, I liked this book, and I would recommend it to anyone who is into horror. It did not creep me out, but I’m not easily creeped out.