So why, now, this one? I have no particular interest in Vampires or the trendy Twilight series. I've never watched an episode of Buffy and I'm no Goth. But I am kind of curious about what all the hubbub is about though. And I am interested in history and legends and travel - hence the well-worn Dan Browns in my bookshelf. And then there is my to-be-read pile with its Elizabeth Kostovas and Danielle Trussonis, both authors who, I believe, take readers on historical legend-seeking travels. I'm really looking forward to reading The Historian and The Swan Thieves and Angeology. But before I got to all those I felt that maybe first a trip right to the source was in order:
Bram Stoker's Dracula.
I was a little worried that the original 1897 might be a tough hard-to-follow story in the way of the forced, school reading lists of old. Woe betide the hapless student who has no Cliff's Notes at hand, for he or she might miss all that *meaning* within all the randomness of words and characters and settings and blah blah blah. School just has a way of sucking the very life out of reading for pleasure and interest, doesn't it? But alas, that is another subject for another day.
So, I picked up my copy and just started reading. And before I knew it I was in old Europe winding my way through the Carpathian Mountains in a horse-drawn carriage with lawyer Jonathan Harker on his way to Castle Dracula to meet with the Count himself. Hooo. Mr. Harker had no idea what he was getting into did he?! But the locals, they knew. They begged him not to continue, plying him with garlic and blessings to no avail. On he went . . .
Ah, yes, the source of all that is weird, creepy and mysterious.