Most of us believe quite firmly we can never love a monster. I mean, monsters are…monstrous, right? They are not human, most often ugly and have fangs, and might even have body parts falling off at inconvenient times. One of the most loved literary monsters happens to creep about in the night in search of human blood, he can fly, change to mist or a wolf, and isn't at all averse to biting a gap in your neck and ripping you to shreds. And when he's done he crawls into a coffin lined with a...
Published on October 07, 2009 05:00