As readers, we all have a list of things we love and hate when it comes to books. We like prose or poetry, short stories or three-parts novels about Russian aristocracy in the 18th century. We prefer French existentialist writers, Dostoyevski or Tolstoy or none, romance novels or epic fantasy.
Or supernatural characters. Well, I love paranormal novels – either romances or urban fantasy or something else. But my absolute favorite – stories about vampires.
The story starts as any, I believe. I was a kid the first time I saw Dracula, a few years older when I read the book. Let us not forget Buffy The Vampire Slayer – my devotion to eternal bloodsuckers was set in stone with that TV show.
And then came Anne Rice. Interview with a Vampire gave me nightmares, but I loved it. During my first year in high school, I randomly found Vampire Lestat in the library. I can not even remember how many times my sister and I reread it. From that point onward my encounters with these fictional predators happened only through movies. Queen of the Damned, Underworld, Blade, From Dusk Til Dawn… I lived unaware of the existence of so many books starring Lestats and Spikes.
Until my final year at university.