Carrie Review

Christy Hails To The King: Carrie

[Reread] [3/5] [Spoilers]


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…


“People don’t  get  better,  they  just  get  smarter. When  you  get  smarter  you  don’t  stop  pulling  the  wings  off  flies,  you  just  think  of  better  reasons  for  doing  it.”


We started from the bottom, and we haven’t read the next book, so we’re still here.

At  the  beginning  of  this  year,  I  decided  that  I  wanted  to  read  the  master’s  books  in  chronological  order.  I  have  reasons  both  as  a  writer,  reader  and  general  fan  of  Stephen  King’s.  This  was  the  man  that  inspired  a  great  deal  of  my  writing  and  reading  choices  as  a  teenager,  and  he  was  absolutely  and  influence  in  the  movies  I  watched  as  a  child.  I  grew  up  on  the  rabied  dog,  the  demonic  car,  and  yes,  even  the  bloody  prom.

I  actually  put  off  doing  this  quite  a  few  times  because  of  the  few  books  I’ve  dreaded  to  read  or  reread.  Carrie  was  one  of  those  books.

My  first  time  reading  Carrie  had  been  a  while  after  I  started  reading  King’s  work.  Carrie  was  probably  the  fifth  or  sixth  book  I  read  of  his.  Having  been  obsessed,  Carrie  was  the  first  book  of  his  that  I  was  left  feeling  unsatisfied.

Carrie has never fully captured me as a book. I’m not sure if the knowledge that it wasn’t King’s favorite write has influenced that  in  my  second  reading, or even my own personal experience of having written a book that I wasn’t as sympathetic to the character and thus, not enjoying the book as others do, that keeps me from being able to relate or care for Carrie White or any other character. I find Carrie quite annoying, and I think King almost intends it to be that way. One of the few times I truly feel for Carrie is right before her own demise.

The  first  time  I  read  Carrie,  I  remember  thinking  I  didn’t  like  Carrie  very  much.  It  seemed  strange  because  in  a  lot  of  ways,  my  school  experience  was  very  similar  to  Carrie’s.  Thankfully,  my  mother  wasn’t  a  religious  psycho,  but  I  was  bullied  quite  a  bit.  I  retreated  within  myself  as  a  child.

I  just  never  found  a  way  to  connect with  Carrie.  I  don’t  think  you  HAVE  to  connect  with  a  main  character  to  enjoy  a  book,  and  often  I  prefer  characters  that  you  love  to  hate  and  hate  to  love,  but  there  was  always  something  that  just  annoyed  me  with  Carrie.

I’m also not a fan of the breaks in the book. The articles, the side notes about things written on desks and such broke my concentration quite a bit, and for a book as small as Carrie, that is a huge annoyance. Those bits feel as if King added them to simply make the Novel word count, but that’s just my view as a writer. It’s a tactic I know quite a few of us use to force a book into being something it isn’t.

Carrie feels like a book where King was held back.

Creatively, I do think it’s a very unique idea, and one that has been replicated in many ways. I’ve even written about the out-casted teenager, and it’s almost become a trope of its own. I  have  negative  things  to  say  about  this  book,  but  I  also  have  positives.  For  one,  it  introduced  most  of  the  world  to  Stephen  King,  and  I  will  always  be  thankful  that  Carrie  was  published  for  that  reason  alone.

Also,  with  everything  I’ve  said,  Carrie  isn’t  a  bad  book.  It  has  heart.  I  did  feel  for  Carrie  as  a  character  at  times.  I  always  felt  something,  even  if  it  was  annoyance.  King  can  rip  your  emotions  from  you.  Carrie  was  just  a  taste  of  that.

I do like the hysteria. Out of everything, the relationship between Carrie and her mother, and Carrie and her religion, are the best parts of this book, and in King fashion, they are equally as painful as they are brutal. King knows how to pull at your heart strings and he knows how to manipulate your emotions, but I love that.

With  all  of  that  proven  in  Carrie,  it  felt  as  if  he  had  dipped  his  toes  into  this  book.  I  know  the  next  one,  he  jumped  headfirst.

My quest to read all of King’s books in Chronological order starts at a very low point, but I’m eager to continue on because Salem’s Lot is one of my favorites, and the first King book I ever read.



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