||When Jonathan Harker visits Transylvania to help Count Dracula purchase a London house, he makes horrifying and unbelievable discoveries in his client’s castle. In the ensuing battle of wits between the sinister Count and a determined group of adversaries, Bram Stoker presents a classic gothic horror that continues to inspire vampire myths to this day. 
|Why I Loved It:
||Unlike so many of the tweens today, my love affair with vampires started not with SparklePants McHotty but with Dracula. I can’t even remember the very first time I read it but I know that is was a part of Junior year summer reading the one year that summer reading didn’t suck. It was for British Lit and we had to read this, Frankenstein, and 1984. This firmly sealed my love for vampires.
|Who would like this:
||Anyone who wants a “real” vampire story. And, yes, I am a grouchy curmudgeon, and get off my lawn.
|| Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pulls us different ways. Then tears come; and, like the rain on the ropes, they brace us up, until perhaps the strain become too great, and we break. But King Laugh he come like the sunshine, and he ease off the strain again; and we bear to go on with our labour, what it may be.” VAN HELSINGWe women have something of the mother in us that makes us rise above smaller matters when the mother-spirit is invoked; I felt this big, sorrowing man’s head resting on me, as though it were that of the baby that some day may lie on my bosom, and I stroked his hair as though he were my own child. I never thought at the time how strange it all was.” MINA