And this one is on time! Sorry you have to read two of these in one day. Anyway, this time I get to talk about a book that disappointed me. I’m not sure how this differs much from a book I hated, but oh well. This one is actually really easy for me to think of. The book that probably disappointed me the most was Bram Stoker’s Dracula.
To be fair, it probably wasn’t the book’s fault that I was disappointed. In today’s society, especially after the popularity of the Twilight novels, we are bombarded with vampires. I happen to like vampires quite a bit, if they’re done correctly. With all of the excitement over vampires, I looked to the book that kind of started it all. I figured it must be pretty awesome to spawn such an obsession and fixation on vampires, in addition to creating a cultural icon like Dracula.
It wasn’t. It was probably one of the most boring books I have ever read. It was a series of letters and journal entries discussing Dracula. It didn’t get interesting until the climax, and even then, it wasn’t what I expected at all. I don’t really understand how Dracula became such an important precursor for the vampires we know today based on that book.