Just another lovers' triangle, you say? Not quite. There's a
fourth here, the second lady, the dark lady. "Cars are girls,"
Leight Cabot says, and the dark force in Stephen King's new novel is
a 1958 Plymouth named Christine.
She is no ordinary car, this white-over-red two-toned survivor of
a time when high-test gasoline was priced at a quarter a gallon
and speedometers were calibrated all the way up to a hundred and
twenty miles an hour. . . a time when rock and roll in all its first crude
power ruled America . . . a time when speed was king.
Arnie Cunningham is deternined to have Christine at any price, and
little by little, Dennis and Leigh begin to suspect that the price of his
growing obsession may be terrifyingly high,its result blackly evil. As
Arnie sets feverishly to work on the seemingly hopeless job of restoring
Christine, Christine begins to develop a terrible life of her own. Or is that
only imagination? Dennis continues to hope so. . . and then people begin to
die on Libertyville's dark suburban streets and roads. . . and the time
comes when Dennis can no longer deny the horrifying truth:
Christine is alive.

Christine Stephen King 1983