The classic tale of vampires, I was surprised by how much of the story was taken up by the characters praying, commending their lives to God, fearing for their souls, extolling the virtues and weakness of women, and how little time was actually given to Dracula himself. This was a surprisingly dry tale from a modern perspective, and most of the moral dilemmas that the characters faced (whole sections were given to conversations between the men about how much they could reveal to Mina without destroying her weak female mind) seem laughably absurd now. I don't like epistolary novels as a rule, but the fact that every character spoke and wrote the same way made it hard to remember whose section I was reading, and even harder to care whose section I was reading. I would recommend it to someone in the mood for classic horror in October, or for someone interested in where the myth sprang from in the modern consciousness.