Bram Stoker (1847–1912)

A solid story that has become a classic through its many different re-imaginings, but unfortunately not because of the artful storytelling of the original. Told in the form of diary entries (even though all characters tend to talk with the chivalrous tone and length of Don Quixote), I could never stop thinking that there were many ways to write the damn thing with better form. First of all, it could have easily been half the size. It moves either tortuously slow or break-neck fast. Not to mention that the characters are stupid, something that I really can't stand. "Hmm, that girl looks really pale, just like that other girl that also looked pale and became a vampire. Perhaps I should check her neck for any marks? Nah, she's probably just tired..." You can't just write a book as a collection of diaries and never consider that people can realize things just by writing them down. In general, if anyone's interested, just read the plot summary somewhere and then go read Frankenstein, a much better book.… (meer)