What can I say? I LOVE Vampires. Okay, if I encountered a particularly thirsty one, I don't think I'd venture to say that I'd love them so much, but they make great creepy/hot characters in books.
My very first vivid nightmare as a kid involved a vampire (à la Bela Lugosi style). The dream was in black and white and this freaky undead one (who lived in a coffin standing on end like a fantasized mummy would) was after my dad. The vampire was trying to lure my dad with an apple, like the serpent in the Book of Genesis or something. I remember waking up frightened out of my mind at the scene and wondering if my father was okay.
Luckily, my dad survived the ordeal and here I am today, completing what feels like my 17th vampire novel since August 2006 (Eclipse, part of the Twilight series). I think I've gotten to the point where I'm no longer creeped out by the nightmare itself and can "research" vampires with interest. I started reading the first two books in the aforementioned YA series, then read some of Scott Westerfeld's vampire novels (not as good as his Uglies trilogy, but alright), then read the book that sealed the deal, The Historian (yes, a best seller I actually loved for once). I've never been so thoroughly scared in my life as I was reading this book. The connection for me felt real as well, since a good chunk of my heritage is based in that part of the world. Plus, Vlad Ţepeş was a real person, and his history alone is enough to make any sort of vampire lore seem a bit pale in comparison. While I was reading the book, it got to the point that I was thinking about vampires so much that I freaked myself out and couldn't read at night, nor alone in the house.
I always wonder why I like reading about something that scares me so much, when I'm the biggest scaredy cat when it comes to watching horror movies, and I'm not interested in reading about zombies or other creepy beasts/undeads of legend. It's probably the nightmare from my childhood and wanting to kick my dream vampire's ass for going after my father, or the fact that they seem to be so suave and hot in literature and movies (thanks to Gary Oldman and Stephenie Meyer) but can suck the life out of you.
Ah well, I suppose confronting my own fears is a good thing. :)
My very first vivid nightmare as a kid involved a vampire (à la Bela Lugosi style). The dream was in black and white and this freaky undead one (who lived in a coffin standing on end like a fantasized mummy would) was after my dad. The vampire was trying to lure my dad with an apple, like the serpent in the Book of Genesis or something. I remember waking up frightened out of my mind at the scene and wondering if my father was okay.
Luckily, my dad survived the ordeal and here I am today, completing what feels like my 17th vampire novel since August 2006 (Eclipse, part of the Twilight series). I think I've gotten to the point where I'm no longer creeped out by the nightmare itself and can "research" vampires with interest. I started reading the first two books in the aforementioned YA series, then read some of Scott Westerfeld's vampire novels (not as good as his Uglies trilogy, but alright), then read the book that sealed the deal, The Historian (yes, a best seller I actually loved for once). I've never been so thoroughly scared in my life as I was reading this book. The connection for me felt real as well, since a good chunk of my heritage is based in that part of the world. Plus, Vlad Ţepeş was a real person, and his history alone is enough to make any sort of vampire lore seem a bit pale in comparison. While I was reading the book, it got to the point that I was thinking about vampires so much that I freaked myself out and couldn't read at night, nor alone in the house.
I always wonder why I like reading about something that scares me so much, when I'm the biggest scaredy cat when it comes to watching horror movies, and I'm not interested in reading about zombies or other creepy beasts/undeads of legend. It's probably the nightmare from my childhood and wanting to kick my dream vampire's ass for going after my father, or the fact that they seem to be so suave and hot in literature and movies (thanks to Gary Oldman and Stephenie Meyer) but can suck the life out of you.
Ah well, I suppose confronting my own fears is a good thing. :)
2 comments:
Samantha loves the Meyer books. She devoured (pun intended) the latest one last night.
"I always wonder why I like reading about something that scares me so much..."
I wonder myself. (I love scary films too, but definitely not vampire horror(shudders))
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