I finished Dracula

After 87-ish days, I finally finished Bram Stoker's epic Gothic horror novel, Dracula. A few things:

  1. It's a great novel, and I wish I liked it more.
  2. The end part drags a little.
  3. Francis Ford Coppola's film adaptation, despite its name, differs from the source material significantly.
  4. In Forgetting Sarah Marshall, the main character Peter is writing a Dracula musical, and it seems that he hasn't read the novel, either.
  5. The frustration I get from these creative liberties is nothing compared to the frustration I get from the creative liberties people take on the Frankenstein monster, so I don't mind.

What to do next:

  1. Congratulate myself for having finally read the novel, after thinking about reading it for years. (I saw the ballet adaptation already almost two years ago.)  
  2. Put the book away and think about something more cheerful for a change.
  3. Maybe, maybe, consider watching some movie adaptation.
  4. Get back to work, it's already Wednesday, what are you doing, why aren't you working, you still have three books to publish, you lazy bastard.