Goldstein
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Mostly because Meyer stood over poor Stoker's grave, spat on it, danced on it, then threw some glitter and torn muscle shirts on it. Ugh. By totally breaking away from conventional vampire-lore, she should have created a new breed of mythical creature. It's like someone putting wings on a Prius, then painted it with sparkly glitter, then said, "Hey, like my BMW?" No, that's a sparkly Prius, not a BMW!
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