WHY STEPHEN KING'S CUJO BITES THE BIG ONE

Firstly the book was an interesting read. It was only settling back into one's mind did some of the overlooked logic gaps become apparent.

Cujo was a rabid Saint Bernard.  He terrorized a woman and her asthmatic child who were trapped inside of a Ford Pinto. All the character could do was whine and scream. She even locked the doors in an effort to keep the dog out.

I have encountered three rabid raccoons while I've lived out here in the boonies. When an animal has rabies, it dehydrates. It gets weak. It lashes out at changes of light and shadow.  It loses it balance easily. Often the hind legs stop functioning.  It is attracted to noise.

Why didn't the woman trapped in the car do one of the following actions:

 A) Roll down the window, and when the dog stuck its head in, roll it up and choke it. Car windows are hard to break. 

B) Roll down the window and use the cigarette lighter to blind it?

C) Roll down the window after getting the tire iron out of the back and bashing and gouging out the eyes and blinding the dog with it. Some Pintos were hatchbacks and could be accessed from inside the back seat to the boot of the car and obtain materials. (Depends on the model...)

D) Strap Stephen King into a Pinto and let him sweat it out in 90 degree weather.

My wife and I watched the movie. She knew what a Pinto was and how they were made and thought out loud: "No, no, no, no!!!"

 In the movie the kid lives. In the book the kid dies.

Either way, too much suffering for so little thinking.

TYPOS IN THE GUNSLINGER by Stephen King

Or someone ought to proof read these books

"The gunslinger approached the bar. 'You got hamburger?' he asked.

'Sure.'  She looked him in the eye, and she might have been pretty when she started out, but now her face was lumpy and there was a livid scar corkscrewed across her forehead. She had powdered it heavily, but it called attention rather than camouflaging. 'It's dear though.' "

(page 27)

He knew why the rhyme had occurred to him. There had been the recurring dream of his room in the castle and of his father, who had sung it to him as he lay solemnly in the tiny bed by the window of many colors. She did not sing it at bedtime....

(page 71). Someone just changed sex.

I was trying to find out why King keeps writing these stories. Gave myself a shot. But I would only buy thrift store editions.  After finishing the third novella herein, I'll put my project on hold. 

The quotes are from the paperback edition, which makes it something like the third or forth edition.