Peak 90s cheese at its greatest. It has all the overblown drama you could handle, the absolutely outrageous situations, and the less-than-terrifying scenarios that might have been scary 30 years ago but don’t really hold water now.
I’m also pretty convinced that every author of YA horror at this time had no idea how teens actually acted or communicated with each other or anything. Realism in how scenarios pertained to teens just wasn’t a thing, or even necessary. Or, everyone was just trying to emulate Stine’s style, because this was very Stine-esque, with over the top cliffhanger endings that don’t really go anywhere, build up to something fantastical that ends up just being mundane, dialogue that doesn’t exist on the realm of realism.
Despite all these things, though, I kind of loved VAMPIRE a little, mainly because of how outlandish it really was. Dude, no one’s herding bats into someone’s bedroom to scare them. Seriously, no one is doing that. Or drinking warm milk unless you’re like a thousand.
But Dacry’s very much every-girl, getting plunked into a completely new situation where all the boys are fawning over her and the girls are totally jealous. It’s where she becomes the target of a deranged, wannabe vampire killer yet no one believes her and they actively get mad at her for simply connecting some dots in the craziness that is her life.
Seriously, Darcy gets gaslit a fair amount in this book, all by people who “know better.” Not to mention the twist at the end hinges on no one talking to each other. If they did, it probably would have ended sooner, and not as messily. But where would the fun be in that?
One of the better old school YA horror novels, VAMPIRE doesn’t actually contain any vampires (unfortunately, spoiler), but it has every shred of nostalgia I’m looking for in these novels while still remaining palatable and readable. You’d think that wouldn’t be a tall order, but with some of these books, it really is.
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