I am one-third of the way through Bram Stoker's Dracula, and it's about bloody time as well. How did I manage to reach the ripe old age of thirty, have a penchant for writin' dark fiction, and not have read the grand-daddy of all horror novels? You wanna be a film director, you watch Hitchcock; career in porn? Ron Jeremy's your man. It's that simple.
Anyways, despite bein' written in the form of letters, journal entries, etc, and bein' over one hundred years old, it's a crackin' read and still quite fresh. It's certainly an easier prospect than Stevenson's Dr Jeckyll & Mr Hyde, which I read a few years back and found quite tedious and long-winded.