Last night I had a crazy dream.  It was straight out of a gothic novel, complete with a ruined castle, a disembodied glowing hand beckoning me forward, and an eerie voice over narrating everything in rhyme.   It was one of the most memorable dreams I have ever had.  Now I can’t stop thinking about ruined castles and eerie voices coming from nowhere.  I am totally in the mood to be creeped out.

The gothic genre is one of my favorites in literature.  I will read pretty much anything with a gothic vibe, but I am most fond of the old school tales, like Dracula and Frankenstein.  This time I am going to escape to the world of Melmoth the Wanderer.  All I need is a good thunderstorm and roaring fire and the mood will be complete!