From the cover:
"It is the summer of 1978 in a small town in Western Pennsylvania. School is out, and puny and pimplish Arnie Cunningham, target of the school bullies, buys a car. No ordinary car, but a huge scarlet and white 1958 Plymouth Fury with rusted chrome fenders, cracked and faded leatherwork and a shattered windscreen; a car more fitted for the scrap-yard than the road. But in his mind's eye Arnie sees her in the shining glory of her 'fifties Heyday, the queen of the road, and her princely escort, cruising to the beat of the radio's blaring rock and roll. The aura of evil beneath the decay fails to penetrate his vision.
Arnie sets feverishly to work restoring Christine, a task which soon becomes an obsession. As a new car miraculously emerges from the carcass of the old, Arnie slowly undergoes an uncanny transformation himself. Fired by an alien desire for revenge on a hostile world, he becomes no longer the posessor but the possessed. A dark and gruesome history repeating itself. Past the chrome grin of the car's wide radiator grille can be glimpsed the jaws of Hell itself, and by the time the end can be foreseen, it is appallingly late..."

Okay, I didn't like it that much I liked Needful Things, the last book by Stephen King I read. Especially the first half I have to admit I found rather boring: The same stock of characters as in every King Story (the loser kid, the bully and his gang, the dominant mother, the perfect girl,...) - and the car that is seemingly alive - this may have been a novel idea in 1982, but today it is not so surprising.
In the end the story somehow got me, though. Maybe it was only curiosity how it is going to end, maybe I wanted to know the background how the car became the monster...

Im 2. Stock