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This isn't my favorite of King's works, I'll say that right off the bat.

It's just a recount, basically. It's set in Western Pennsylvania, in a police force. One of the troopers dies, and his son comes to work at the station to keep some mental hold on his father, to help deal with the pain. There's this old Buick sitting in a shed out behind the station, and he asks the other police officers about it, and they tell him.

It feels almost... pointless. I felt no real anxiety, or pull, or anything through this book. I liked the whole idea of the Buick, that was rather original, but the rest of it... just... no. There was no real action in this book, just the telling of the Buick 8 and how it came to the station, and all the weird things that happened and came from it. It doesn't really help the boy come to terms about his father, I think. There is no definite ending to the story, either... even the characters talk about it.

"There's nothing left to tell."

Rather pointless, if I may say.