Stephen King’s “Carrie” is one creepy read. Books don’t scare me much. Most of what makes up the horror genre is not what as bone chilling or blood curdling as the blurb at the back suggests. But “Carrie” was a unique experience all together; it did succeed in chilling my bones and getting me to check if my door’s lock was intact.
A teenager, telekinesis and hatred that’s been bubbling under the surface for far too long; havoc, wreckage and destruction; King is at his best in this un-put-down-able story of Carrie, the devil’s prom queen.
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