That’s right. That’s a book.
I have my favorite books, the ones that changed my life, altered my worldview, made me both question the universe and accept it, sent me to places and introduced me to people I’d never have had a chance of seeing or meeting in non-paginated life.
And then I met this five-foot-tall vampire book.
And now that’s my favorite book.
I’ve had Dracula Spectacular for a few years. It was written by David Mostyn, designed and illustrated by David Hawcock, and originally published in 1997 by Tango Books in the UK. To completely undersell the thing, it’s an educational kid’s book about vampires.
But then you open it. And this leaps out:
But then you unfold that page and discover it’s a pop-up book like none you’ve ever seen. It has no pages, per se. Just one long page that you unfold and unfold until you suddenly realize you just created a life-sized vampire and have no wooden stake at hand.
Which is okay, because if you open his vest flap, a stake pops up, firmly planted in his chest with a rivulet of bright red blood pouring down his nicely laundered shirt.
Now, I assume you’re thinking the same thing I thought when I first found Dracula Spectacular. There has to be a whole series of these books, each one a different monster. But I can find no trace that the series continued.
Which makes me sad. Because I’ve got a comfy couch that we can all spread out on together.