Zombie, post-apocalyptic and dystopian books are like shoes - you can never have enough.
When I think 'Stephen King', one of the first things that springs to mind is Carrie (probably after Misery). It's been many years since I saw the movie (back in the olden days when we didn't have DVDs, only VHS), and there's a reason it's a cult classic.
But when it comes to the book, it's creepy in a different kind of way. More subtle, more tense and if I hadn't seen the movie before reading the book, more engrossing. Carrie is an easy girl to feel sympathy for, but a difficult girl to like - I wanted her to break out, to scream, to shout - but then again, when you've got the whole supernatural freaky power thing going on, why would you?
For me the let down was that I didn't feel creeped out by the book the same way as I did by the movie. In fact, I only managed to watch the movie once because it got so far under my skin. The book however, was just a creepy read - not spine-tingling-skin-crawling horror, but a more psychological kind of creep.
This is another book that the movie, quite simply, ruined for me. And one of the very very rare cases that I enjoyed the movie better.
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