I had a choice between The Stand audio book or From A Buick 8. I chose the latter and sat in my car in the library parking lot wondering if I made the wrong choice. I almost went back into the library to get The Stand. "No, let me give this a couple of minutes and if it doesn't grab me, I'll run in the library and get The Stand." I said to myself. So I popped Buick 8 cd in and began to listen. I stared at the CD player in disbelief and awe: it was perfect. The first lines were perfect: Curt Wilcox's boy came around the barracks a lot the year after his father died, I mean a lot, but nobody ever told him get out the way or asked him what in hail he was doing there again. Seriously? How can he make me care from the first sentence? And keep on caring with all succeeding sentences? Amazing. So simple but emotionally charged. I hope someday I can write enough and read enough to write sentences like this.