Yes, ladies and gents, it's another King book. Can you blame me?
Okay, so I've said before that King isn't for me, but I believe that is slowly becoming a bold-faced lie. I now own seven of his books and plan on getting through them soon.
Now, when asked what came to mind when I thought of "Carrie," my first thought was a lonely girl who ends up getting drowned in blood at her prom. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less.
Boy, is there a WHOLE LOT MORE to Carrie.
"Carrie" is the story of Carrietta White, an only child with a devoutly religious single mother, who wants nothing more than to belong. She doesn't have any friends, it seems, until the very end when Sue Snell attempts to help Carrie. She is the target of much bullying at school and emotional and mental abuse from her mother, Margaret.
After being tormented by girls in the locker room upon her first period arriving, Carrie goes home to rest. She wishes for a little boy on his bicycle (who is also teasing her) to fly off. And he does. This makes Carrie think back to when she was little and rocks "rained" down on their roof after Carrie was upset. She eventually connects two and two together and realizes she has more power than she ever thought possible; those of telekinesis and telepathy.
As it is with every Stephen King book, the happy ending is far from Carrie's reach. I was left with a feeling of sorrow and even grief as the ending came into view and the "light at the end of the tunnel," so to speak, reared its head.
"Carrie" will leave you feeling quiet, contemplative and melancholy as you feel for Carrie; you want to pull her into you and say, "Ssh, it's going to be alright, you're going to survive this." But that, my friends, would be a lie. And, as is with Stephen King, there are no happy endings -- only damaged ones.
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