I believe I have already mentioned my dislike of books featuring vampires, excepting only two titles (Dracula and Anno Dracula). And now I have to add a third exception to the list. Some time ago my sister gave me a copy of The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova. I finally got around to reading it last month, and it was quite excellent – the first, and likely to be only, page turner of the summer.
There does seem to be a pattern developing here. Books about women and the vampires they want to sleep with? Not for me. Books about vampires and the high school girls* they’re afraid to sleep with? Also not for me. Books about Dracula, the grand daddy of vampires? Yes please. Just call me old school.
Bonus book link: the revival of Harold Lamb. I read and enjoyed his two volumes on the Crusades; I’d love to get my monkey hands on some of these reprints of his adventure fiction.
*If I discovered I had eternal life I think I can pretty safely say I wouldn’t waste it lurking about high schools.