I was browsing the Borders going-out-of-business sale when I came across this book. It was cheap, it was pretty, and it was promising to be absolutely and completely awful. I had to have it, just to see how terrible it was.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to announce that this might be the Plan 9 of books. This book is honestly so bad, it’s amazing. It has so much potential, so many possibly good ideas, (and so many cliché and awful ideas, don’t get me wrong) and they all get the Ed Wood treatment. It’s so honestly eager and serious that you just want to pat it condescendingly on the head. When books are bad, I donate them so some other poor, unsuspecting sap can attempt to read it. This book is so bad-it’s-good that it will forever hold a permanent place on my bookshelf.
It needs to have a tagline suitable for how bad it is. The best I’ve come up with so far is, “Dracula the Undead: Bram Stoker got it all wrong.”