Dracula wasn’t a teenage brooding heart-throb who looked good in designer jeans. No. He was creepy looking. Dark and spooky. Pretty sure he probably smelled like something dead too. Because he was.
I will admit (and have here on this blog) to enjoying the Twilight series… not because it was the most brilliant thing I have ever read, but because I do like books that take you out of the box and Stephanie Meyer did that. She made vampires…. not so scary. The Twilight books are not horror… they are a love story.
And look at all the series and books out now that fall under this theme, and are being devoured (no pun intended) by readers of all ages. We have seen the market saturated with spin offs and books about teen age vampires, the occasional sea monster, and hot looking werewolves. This ain’t no era of teen wolf. 😉
And while these books really don’t draw me, I am open to trying new reads, and am willing to try the occasional tale of good vs. evil with a vampire/werewolf hero.
Where I do have trouble crossing that line is when these paranormal creatures creep and crawl their way into the classics.
I wonder, does Jane turn over in her grave? Is it right to take a story that we studied both book and author in our school days… and shake it up and reformat with a pinch of paranormal? Will the youth of this age and the next read the original classics, or skip right past Austen for Seth Grahame-Smith.
I shudder to think….
My two cents….
I just can’t sink my teeth into the vampires mixed in our classics. Not even a full moon can make me howl in favor of the werewolves hanging out with the Darcey’s and I seem to be unable to get my sea legs for Sea Monsters in any form of literature.