Imagine every stereotype of vampires you know being true. Enter the world of Dracula, a creepy count who is out to expand his eating operation. But he messes with the wrong group of folks, and the struggle begins.
The writing style was hard to adjust to, but once the second part of the book begins the story got rolling and reached an incredible climax in the very last pages. The blatant superstition tied with Catholicism was irritating, but I ended up really enjoying this book. There are other books that are more worth your time though, so if you don’t have an unquenchable urge to read Dracula, I’d say skip it.