Bram Stoker didn't invent vampires, but their modern conception is largely thanks to this book. It's for good reason too! When you think of Dracula, you think of cheesy black and white, poorly acted films, then like me, you might be very pleasantly surprised with the text! Its entirely written in diary entries, and newspaper clippings, which really sets the suspenseful atmosphere, and is one reason it translates so poorly onto the screen. The characters aren't the most interesting except perhaps The Count. I also could have done with a little less of Van Helsing's extremely long winded explanations and sexist physiognomy, but I guess he has all the superstitions.