I tried to read this back in 2015, and gave up about 100 pages from the end because I found it intolerably boring. My creative writing professor asked our class what we were reading, and I volunteered that I had just DNF Dracula, and he lamented that - he said I was so close to the good part, I couldn’t stop reading there. That, for some reason, has stuck with me, and I decided to retry it this year. I don’t know what he was smoking, but good lord, was he wrong. The final 100 pages were such a drag, I almost put it down once again. Like many books I’ve read this year, I found the opening to be promising and interesting, only to be let down in the second half, by a lag in action or lack of emotional resolution, and this book was no different. The ending was so anticlimatic - among the original horror monster books, Frankenstein is very clearly the superior.