I finally finished Dracula, and I was surprised by how different it felt from the image I already had. Dracula himself comes across more like an eerie old man than a charming vampire, and it was interesting to see where all the classic vampire “rules” actually came from—bats, garlic, coffins, crosses, and so on.
What really shocked me was how abruptly the story ends. Dracula is killed without any real confrontation, explanation, or even a single line of dialogue. It made the ending feel unsettling rather than triumphant.
The hunters are almost unrealistically virtuous, while Dracula’s allies are people pushed to the margins of society, which gave me the uncomfortable feeling that the story is less about pure good vs. evil and more about who gets to decide what is “normal.”
Overall, it’s an influential and fascinating novel, but not the simple good-wins-evil story I expected.