Your car doesn’t demand much. It keeps you cool in the summer, hot in the winter. It doesn’t complain when you refuse to walk five blocks to the deli. And all your car wants in return is to be beautiful. Maybe throw some rainbows now and then. Is an enormouses pair of false eyelashes to highlight its lights really so much to ask? Or do you just want your car to go all Christine on you? Because that entire novel was about a car whose owner failed to buy her false eyelashes. Think about it.