There are two sides to the story, always. Cujo the dog which turned out to be the story's monster started without any trace of aggression towards anyone. The dog was also a victim just as all the other victims of the story. As it turned into a monster, it was somehow disheartening how no one was not able to see its suffering. Cujo did not understand was what happening as its head was clouded with murderous instinct. There was no turning back, it cannot be saved no matter what unlike humans who have chances to turn their life around. Knowing how it was before and how it turned out for Cujo was just a nasty tragedy.
The other side of the story was that of mother and son. Donna and Tadd's catastrophic encounter with Cujo was the climax of the story. It was mind-boggling to think of how they're going to survive since no one's around to help them. This was the part where you get to taste Stephen King's dish of desperation and hopelessness then the triumph and the price.
Cujo is a worthwhile read for those who like the thrill of the macabre. In the end, it left me feeling like screaming in disappointment at how events turned out. I wasn't surprised as I am expecting King to deliver that reading hang-over. The disappointment was because of the question which we always ask when we read or encounter something unpleasant which did not turn out to have the ending we wanted: Why did it turn out to be that way? Why them? These unanswered questions would often hang around the atmosphere for some time until forgotten. I just like it when a book makes me think more after reading and Cujo just did that (even if it caused some ill feelings lol).
This is my 52nd read out of 69 Stephen King's books.

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