Yes, folks, I’m still reading Dracula. I’m on the home stretch, though! And in the meantime, I thought I’d give Robin McKinley an honorable mention. I’ve adored this woman’s writing since I first read The Blue Sword and The Hero and the Crown; not being a vampire person, however, meant that I had to start Sunshine twice. I put it down the first time because I’m just not that into vampires. I picked it up again (eventually) because it’s Robin McKinley. She starts off her books as if you’re picking up a rambling conversation near (but not at) the beginning, and she hooks me every time. Even her weirdly vague denouements can’t keep me away. And so I have to say this: Sunshine may be a vampire book, and it may be classed as horror, but it’s still pretty solidly McKinley. (Adult McKinley, mind. There are, say, four sentences or so that are explicit enough that I wouldn’t actually give it to my soon-to-be-eighteen-year-old niece. If she picked it up on her own, well, she’s probably old enough, but I wouldn’t give it to her myself.) If you love her, you should read it. If you have any interest in vampires, you MUST read it. And guess what?
It’s shorter than Bram Stoker’s Dracula.