It is possibly heresy to state so, but I found Bram Stoker's Dracula to be a dull and lifeless work. The first few chapters while Jonathan Harker is trapped in Dracula's castle is very good - but that part of the story quickly ends. And then the rest of the book is seemingly Van Helsing (not the Hugh Jackman version!!) giving people blood transfusions. The ending is extremely rushed as well. The characters assemble in Transylvania, and within 2 pages Dracula is suddenly killed. The end. Fin. As a piece of writing influential on its time, it certainly deserves an honour. But let's not elevate second-rate Victorian populist literature too much, please. OR - am I quite wrong?