Let the Right One In: A Novel

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Let the Right One In Takes Top Honors at Tribeca Film Festival and is now an Award-winning movie in both the U.S. and Sweden!

It is autumn 1981 when inconceivable horror comes to Blackeberg, a suburb in Sweden. The body of a teenager is found, emptied of blood, the murder rumored to be part of a ritual killing. Twelve-year-old Oskar is personally hoping that revenge has come at long last—-revenge for the bullying he endures at school, day after day.

But the murder is not the most important thing on his mind. A new girl has moved in next door—-a girl who has never seen a Rubik's Cube before, but who can solve it at once. There is something wrong with her, though, something odd. And she only comes out at night. . . .Sweeping top honors at film festivals all over the globe, director Tomas Alfredsson's film of Let the Right One In has received the same kind of spectacular raves that have been lavished on the book. American and Swedish readers of vampire fiction will be thrilled!

Following the success in Sweden, this movie was remade starring Kodi Smit Mcpheem, Chloe Grace Moretz and Richard Jenkins under the new title Let Me In. The story has continued to reach new viewers in a London Musical and the book remains a vampire favorite among its readers.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780312355296
Publisher: St. Martin''s Publishing Group
Publication date: 10/28/2008
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 480
Sales rank: 138,436
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.18(h) x 1.25(d)

About the Author

John Ajvide Lindqvist's debut novel, Let the Right One In, was an instant bestseller in Sweden and was named Best Novel in Translation 2005 in Norway. The Swedish film adaptation, directed by Tomas Alfredsson, has won top honors at film festivals all over the globe, including Best Narrative Feature at the Tribeca Film Festival. An American remake, Let Me In, written and directed by Cloverfield director Matt Reeves, was released in October 2010 to rave reviews.

Lindqvist grew up in Blackeberg, a suburb of Stockholm and the setting for Let the Right One In. Wanting to become something awful and fantastic, he first became a conjurer, and then was a stand-up comedian for twelve years. He has also written for Swedish television. He lives in Sweden.

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Let the Right One In

A Novel

By John Ajvide Lindqvist, Ebba Segerberg

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2004 John Ajvide Lindqvist
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-2446-7



21 OCTOBER 1981

"And what do you think this might be?"

Gunnar Holmberg, police commissioner from Vällingby, held up a little plastic bag of white powder.

Maybe heroin, but no one dared say anything. Didn't want to be suspected of knowing anything about stuff like that. Especially if you had a brother or a friend of your brother who did it. Shoot horse. Even the girls didn't say anything. The policeman shook the bag.

"Baking powder, do you think? Flour?"

A mumble of answers in the negative. They didn't want him to think class 6B was a bunch of idiots. Even though it was impossible to determine what was really in the bag, this lesson was about drugs, so you could draw certain conclusions. The policeman turned to the teacher.

"What do you teach them in Home Economics these days?"

The teacher smiled and shrugged her shoulders. The class laughed; the cop was OK. Some of the guys had even been allowed to touch his gun before class. It wasn't loaded, but still.

Oskar's chest felt like it was about to burst. He knew the answer to the question. It hurt him not to say anything when he knew. He wanted thepoliceman to look at him. Look at him and tell him he was right. He knew it was a dumb thing to do, but he still put his hand up.


"It's heroin, isn't it?"

"In fact it is." The policeman looked kindly at him. "How did you know?" Heads turned in his direction, curious as to what he was going to say.

"Naw ... I mean, I've read a lot and stuff."

The policeman nodded.

"Now there's a good thing. Reading." He shook the little bag. "You won't have much time for it if you get into this, though. How much do you think this little bag is worth?"

Oskar didn't feel the need to say anything else. He had been looked at and spoken to. Had even been able to tell the cop he read a lot. That was more than he had hoped for.

He let himself sink into a daydream. How the policeman came up to him after class and was interested in him, sat down next to him. Then he would tell him everything. And the policeman would understand. He would stroke his hair and tell him he was alright; would hold him and say ...

"Fucking snitch."

Jonny Forsberg drove a hard finger into his side. Jonny's brother ran with the drug crowd and Jonny knew a lot of words that the other guys in the class quickly picked up. Jonny probably knew exactly how much that bag was worth but he didn't snitch. Didn't talk to the cop.

It was recess and Oskar lingered by the coat rack, indecisive. Jonny wanted to hurt him — what was the best way to avoid it? By staying here in the hallway or going outside? Jonny and the other class members stormed out the doors into the schoolyard.

That's right; the policeman had his car parked in the schoolyard and anyone who was interested could come take a look. Jonny wouldn't dare beat him up when the policeman was there.

Oskar walked down to the double front doors and looked out the glass window. Just as he thought, everyone in the class had gathered around the patrol car. Oskar would also have wanted to be there but there was no point. Someone would knee him, another pull his underpants up in a wedgie, policeman or no policeman.

But at least he was off the hook this recess. He went out into the schoolyard and snuck around the back of the building, to the bathrooms.

Once he was in the bathroom he listened, cleared his throat. The sound echoed through the stalls. He reached his hand into his underpants and quickly pulled out the Pissball, a piece of foam about the size of a clementine that he had cut out of an old mattress and put a hole in for his penis. He smelled it.

Yup, he had pissed in his pants again. He rinsed it under the tap, squeezing out as much water as possible.

Incontinence. That was what it was called. He had read about it in a pamphlet that he had sneaked from the drugstore. Mostly something old women suffered from.

And me.

There were prescription medicines you could get, it said in the pamphlet, but he did not intend to use his allowance so he could humiliate himself at the prescription counter. And he would definitely not tell his mother; she would feel so sorry for him it would make him sick.

He had the Pissball and it worked for now.

Footsteps outside, voices. Pissball in hand, he fled into the nearest stall and locked the door at the same time as the outer door opened. He soundlessly climbed up onto the toilet seat, curling into a ball so his feet wouldn't show if anyone looked under the door. Tried not to breathe.


Jonny, of course.

"Hey Piggy, are you here?"

Micke was with him. The worst two of the lot. No, Tomas was worse but he was almost never in on stuff that involved physical blows and scratches. Too smart for that. Was probably sucking up to the policeman right now. If the Pissball were discovered, Tomas was the one who would really be able to use it to hurt and humiliate him for a long time. Jonny and Micke, on the other hand, would just beat him up and that was fine with him. So in a way he was actually lucky....

"Piggy? We know you're in here."

They checked his stall. Shook the door. Banged on it. Oskar wrapped his arms tightly around his legs and clenched his teeth so he wouldn't scream.

Go away! Leave me alone! Why can't you leave me alone?

Now Jonny was talking in a mild voice.

"Little Pig, if you don't come out now we have to get you after school. Is that what you want?"

It was quiet for a while. Oskar exhaled carefully.

They attacked the door with kicks and blows. The whole bathroom thundered and the lock on the stall door started to bend inward. He should open it, go out to them before they got too mad, but he just couldn't.


He had put his hand up in class, a declaration of existence, a claim that he knew something. And that was forbidden to him. They could give a number of reasons for why they had to torment him; he was too fat, too ugly, too disgusting. But the real problem was simply that he existed, and every reminder of his existence was a crime.

They were probably just going to "baptize" him. Shove his head into the toilet bowl and flush. Regardless of what they invented, it was always such a relief when it was over. So why couldn't he just pull back the lock, that was in any case going to tear off at the hinges at any moment, and let them have their fun?

He stared at the bolt that was forced out of the lock with a crack, at the door that flung open and banged into the wall, at Micke Siskov's triumphantly smiling face, and then he knew.

That wasn't the way the game was played.

He couldn't have pulled back the lock, they couldn't simply have climbed over the sides of the stall in all of three seconds, because those weren't the rules of the game.

Theirs was the intoxication of the hunter, his the terror of the prey. Once they had actually captured him the fun was over and the punishment more of a duty that had to be carried out. If he gave up too early there was a chance they would put more of their energy into the punishment instead of the hunt. That would be worse.

Jonny Forsberg stuck his head in.

"You'll have to open the lid if you're going to shit, you know. Go on, squeal like a pig."

And Oskar squealed like a pig. That was a part of it. If he squealed they would sometimes leave it at that. He put extra effort into it this time, afraid they would otherwise force his hand out of his pants in the process of punishing him and uncover his disgusting secret.

He wrinkled up his nose like a pig's and squealed; grunted and squealed. Jonny and Micke laughed.

"Fucking pig, go on, squeal some more."

Oskar carried on. Shut his eyes tight and kept going. Balled his hands up into fists so hard that his nails went into his palms, and kept going. Grunted and squealed until he felt a funny taste in his mouth. Then he stopped and opened his eyes.

They were gone.

He stayed put, curled up on the toilet seat, and stared down at the floor. There was a red spot on the tile below. While he was watching, another drop fell from his nose. He tore off a piece of toilet paper and held it against his nostril.

This sometimes happened when he was scared. His nose started to bleed, just like that. It had helped him a few times when they were thinking about hitting him, and decided against it since he was already bleeding.

Oskar Eriksson sat there curled up with a wad of paper in one hand and his Pissball in the other. Got nosebleeds, wet his pants, talked too much. Leaked from every orifice. Soon he would probably start to shit his pants as well. Piggy.

He got up and left the bathroom. Didn't wipe up the drop of blood. Let someone see it, let them wonder. Let them think someone had been killed here, because someone had been killed here. And for the hundredth time.

Håkan Bengtsson, a forty-five-year-old man with an incipient beer belly, a receding hairline, and an address unknown to the authorities, was sitting on the subway, staring out of the window at what was to be his new home.

It was a little ugly, actually. Norrköping would have been nicer. But having said that, these western suburbs didn't look anything like the Stockholm ghetto-suburbs he had seen on TV: Kista and Rinkeby and Hallonbergen. This was different.


It was a little softer and rounder than those places. Although, here was a real skyscraper.

He arched his neck in order to see the top floors of the Waterworks' administrative building. He couldn't recall there being any buildings this tall in Norrköping. But of course he had never been to the downtown area.

He was supposed to get off at the next station, wasn't he? He looked at the subway map over the doors. Yes, the next stop.


Was anyone looking at him?

No, there were only a few people in this car, all of them absorbed in their evening newspapers. Tomorrow there would be something about him in there.

His gaze stopped at an ad for women's underwear. A woman was posing seductively in black lace panties and a bra. It was crazy. Naked skin wherever you looked. Why was it tolerated? What effect did it have on people's heads, on love?

His hands were shaking and he rested them on his knees. He was terribly nervous.

"Is there really no other way?"

"Do you think I would expose you to this if there was another way?"

"No, but ..."

"There is no other way."

No other way. He just had to do it. And not mess up. He had studied the map in the phone book and chosen a forested area that looked appropriate, then packed his bag and left.

He had cut away the Adidas logo with the knife that was lying in the bag between his feet. That was one of the things that had gone wrong in Norrköping. Someone had remembered the brand name on the bag, and then the police had found it in the garbage container where he had tossed it, not far from their apartment.

Today he would bring the bag home with him. Maybe cut it into small pieces and flush it down the toilet. Is that what you did?

How is this supposed to work anyway?


The subway car disgorged its contents and Håkan followed the stream of people, the bag in his hand. It felt heavy, although the only thing in it that weighed anything was the gas canister. He had to exercise a great deal of self-restraint in order to walk normally, rather than as a man on the way to his own execution. He couldn't afford to give people any reason to notice him.

But his legs were leaden; they wanted to weld themselves onto the platform. What would happen if he simply stayed here? If he stood absolutely still, without moving a muscle, and simply didn't leave. Waited for nightfall, for someone to notice him, call for ... someone to come and get him. To take him somewhere.

He continued to walk at a normal pace. Right leg, left leg. He couldn't falter now. Terrible things would happen if he failed. The worst imaginable.

Once he was past the checkpoint he looked around. His sense of direction wasn't very good. Which way was the forested area? Naturally he couldn't ask anyone. He had to take a chance. Keep going, get this over with. Right leg, left leg.

There has to be another way.

But he couldn't think of any other way. There were certain conditions, certain criteria. This was the only way to satisfy them.

He had done it twice before, and had messed up both times. Hadn't bungled it quite as much that time in Växjö but enough that they had been forced to move. Today he would do a good job, receive praise.

Perhaps a caress.

Two times. He was already lost. What difference did a third time make? None whatsoever. Society's judgement would probably be the same. Lifetime imprisonment.

And morally? How many lashes of the tail, King Minos?

The park path he was on turned a corner further up, where the forest started. It had to be the forest he had seen on the map. The gas container and the knife rattled in the bag. He tried to carry the bag without jostling the contents.

A child turned onto the path in front of him. A girl, maybe eight years old, walking home from school with her school bag bouncing against her hip.

No, never!

That was the limit. Not a child so young. Better him, then, until he fell dead to the ground. The girl was singing something. He increased his pace in order to get closer to her, to hear.

"Little ray of sunshine peeking in

Through the window of my cottage ..."

Did kids still sing that one? Maybe the girl's teacher was older. How nice that the song was still around. He would have wanted to get even closer in order to hear better, so close in fact that he would be able to smell the scent of her hair.

He slowed down. Don't create a scene. The girl turned off from the park path, taking a small trail that led into the forest. Probably lived in a house on the other side. To think her parents let her walk here all alone. And so young.

He stopped, let the girl increase the distance between them, disappear into the forest.

Keep going, little one. Don't stop to play in the forest.

He waited for maybe a minute, listened to a chaffinch singing in a nearby tree. Then he went in after her.

* * *

Oskar was on his way home from school, his head heavy. He always felt worse when he managed to avoid punishment in that way, by playing the pig, or something else. Worse than if he had been punished. He knew this, but couldn't handle the thought of the physical punishment when it approached. He would rather sink to any level. No pride.

Robin Hood and Spider-Man had pride. If Sir John or Doctor Octopus cornered them they simply spit danger in the face, come what may.

But what did Spider-Man know, anyway? He always managed to get away, even if it was impossible. He was a comic book action figure and had to survive for the next issue. He had his spider powers, Oskar had his pig squeal. Whatever it took to survive.

Oskar needed to comfort himself. He had had a shitty day and now he needed some compensation. Despite the risk of running into Jonny and Micke he walked up toward downtown Blackeberg, to Sabis, the local grocery store. He shuffled up along the zigzaging ramp instead of taking the stairs, using the time to gather himself. He needed to be calm for this, not sweaty.

He had been caught shoplifting once at a Konsum, another grocery chain, about a year ago now. The guard had wanted to call his mother but she had been at work and Oskar didn't know her number, no, really he didn't. For a week Oskar had agonized every time the phone rang, but then a letter arrived, addressed to his mother.

Idiotic. It was even labeled "Police Authorities, District of Stockholm" and of course Oskar had ripped it open, read about his crime, faked his mother's signature, and returned the letter in order to confirm that she had read it. He was a coward, maybe, but he wasn't stupid.

What was cowardly, anyway? Was this, what he was about to do, cowardly? He stuffed his down coat full of Dajm, Japp, Coco, and Bounty chocolate bars. Finally he slipped a bag of chewy Swedish Cars between his stomach and pants, went to the checkout, and paid for a lollipop.

On the way home he walked with his head high and a bounce to his step. He wasn't just Piggy, whom everyone could kick around; he was the Master Thief who took on dangers and survived. He could outwit them all.

Once he walked through the front gate to the courtyard of his apartment complex he was safe. None of his enemies lived in this complex, an irregular circle of buildings positioned inside the larger circle formed by his street, Ibsengatan. A double ring of protection. Here he was safe. In this courtyard nothing shitty had ever happened to him. Basically.

He had grown up here and it was here he had had friends before he started school. It was only in fifth grade that he started being picked on seriously. At the end of that year he had become a full-fledged target and even friends outside his class had sensed it. They called more and more seldom to ask him to play.

It was during that time he started with his scrapbook. He was on his way home to enjoy that scrapbook right now.



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Copyright Notice,
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About the Author,

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Bella_Quileute More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this book! The plot is gut-wrenching, funny, scary, and tragic. It is an unexpected tale of vampires, love, and revenge. I have spent hours discussing it with friends who have read it as well.
AmandaStockwell More than 1 year ago
Noted as the Swedish Stephen King, Lindgvist absolutely fits the role. A new brand of vampire traits with a refreshing dose of family discord for every character. Alternating perspectives helps the story move along (although a little confusing at first) so the author easily prevents himself from getting trapped in first-perspective like so many first-time authors do. Character development and the effects of one character on another needs just a little, teensy-tiny bit of improvement, and also some explination on Eli's past. (It hinted and gave parts, but not the whole story. And the blond gentleman after Eli drank some bad blood? Hmm ...

Worthy of a sequal, worthy of re-reading, worthy to pass on to a friend. I highly recommend this for Stephen King, adventure, and horror fans. Maybe even for the ones who like to curl with with a good thriller on a rainy night.
teenytinytina More than 1 year ago
For those of us who are tired of bella/edward/unrequited love, this book is the ultimate vampire story. Oskar is a 12 year old boy who is picked on by bullies at his school. Without friends, he relies on his imagination for entertainment. However, Oskar is about to make the best friend of his life who is an unlikely creature with a dark secret. I read this book in 3 days because I could not put it down. Due to some graphic scenes, I would not recommend this book for younger children. But Let the Right One in is definitely a must-read.
longvue More than 1 year ago
Don't let the current vampire fad sour you on this gem! While this quirky Swedish novel won't answer all the questions it raises, it will make you ponder life with a capital L. The concepts of victim and prey, friendship and co-dependence are all re-framed in startling ways. The bleakness of the Swedish winter helps to underscore the emotional setting as well. An award winning movie has been made from this novel- it is more stripped down, which makes the narrative better suited to the film platform. Both are well worth your time. Be aware that this is not a novel or film for preteens.
steveforbertfan More than 1 year ago
This novel should redefine the vampire genre. It is up there with Interview with the Vampire (Rice) and Dracula (Stoker). It is brilliantly written, plotted. Thanks to this amazing translation it flows smoothly, I'm sure due to the fact that the Sweedish author knows how to tell a tale and not get stuck in the horror of it all, but in the human element of all involved including the "little girl" Eli. The portrayal of Oskar is heartbreaking. The portrayal of Eli is so realistic you can't help but empathize with her predicament. This novel is so well written that the sinister aspect of it is lost in the vivid characterization and the gentle way the author has of dealing with the protagonists. It truly is a great novel. One of the best, if not the best novels I have ever read. As for the genre of horror/vampire it is way above the current tripe that is being peddled in this genre.
vareaderVA More than 1 year ago
This novel is unique. It shows the absolute worst of human nature and the best. It scares you to death, makes you think, and touches you.
luv2readPS More than 1 year ago
Talking with my daughter one day she told me she saw this incredible movie and mentioned the name. The title must have settled someplace in my brain, because I picked up this book by accident. What a strange and wonderful read. Unlike any of the other vampire books out there now. The story leads you to understand why Oscar finally Let the Right one in, even though in my mind it came down to his only choice. A readable but thought provoking novel. Do we always let the Right one in? I don't know.
For_The_Greater_Good More than 1 year ago
There are far too many carelessly written vampire books with no substance available today. This book is the farthest thing from those. While we the reader know Eli is a vampire, it is barely mentioned until the last third of the book. From the first page to the last, there is never a moment where you want to stop reading. It tells the story through various lives, so you are never stuck with one viewpoint. For those of you wondering, it sticks to the classic vampire rules told in Bram Stoker and Anne Rice. No sparkling nonsense. This is the first book I have read in awhile I have been completely satisfied with. It's thrilling, dramatic and at points, utterly gruesome. Not a waste of money, if you want a good, chilling read.
LordRuthven More than 1 year ago
"Let The Right One In" is not only a good book, it is different than much of the vampire fiction being published right now. It is not for everyone - not so much for the violence (par for the course in these sorts of books) as much as the peek into damaged psyches. It's to Lindqvist's credit that he presents even the most revolting human beings as full-fledged characters and not just drooling, one-note lunatics. The vampire, Eli, is also that rarity in horror fiction - a sympathetic vampire who is by no means "good." Eli will attack and kill innocent human beings, yet still remains sad because of her loneliness; in this way, she reminded me of Miriam Blaylock in "The Hunger." Definitely recommended for fans of the weirder side of vampire fiction, and a book to add to your permanent collection.
MBeem More than 1 year ago
I saw the movie before I read the book and, although I had good idea of what happens next, the book was still a fascinating read. I then went back and watched the movie again but it now paled in comparison. I would recommend to those who enjoy the connection betwen the horrors we inflict upon each other and the horrors created in literature over the centuries. Not so different from each other.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was recommended by a B&N employee and I absolutely loved it. Such a different take on the vampire story. With all of the vampire books that are out now it's a refreshing plot.
mysterJay More than 1 year ago
In this age of half-baked vampire romance with every-girl and her cohort swooning over vampire this and Edward that and hot topic those, this book is a beautiful return to the essence of vampirism. There is blood, there is young love, there is violence. Oskar is an outcast. He is antagonized by a group of bullies on a daily basis. He is truly a 12 year old kid, stuck at the crossroads of childhood joy and teenage angst, which is a trying time for anyone. It is a power struggle, and Oskar is losing. He lives in terror of what is going to happen next, and can't stand the powerlessness he is feeling. When Eli enters the picture Oskar finds a compatriot, someone else who is at that same crossroads, but has been for a much longer time. This story is great, and I recommend it as a must read for anyone interested in vampires. It not only has a vampire that is a thinking, feeling creature that both realizes and regrets their animal nature, it also has a classic European mythical vampire that is mindless and zombie-like.
Ring-fan More than 1 year ago
John Lindqvist has written a great vampire story, which the film of the same name was adapated from. It contains a boy's torment in school that we've all experienced and his first love, but Oskar doesn't know right off that Eli (Elee) is a vampire. If you've seen the film fist as I have, read the novel to compare, It even has a section of how Eli became a vampire which I won't spoil here. It's a brilliant novel full of real characters and has what every novel needs; conflict, action and suspense. Read it and you'll see what a great book it is. So is the film.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was one of the best ones I have ever read. It is haunting story that tells of the life of Oskar, a twlve year old boy that is picked on in most of the novel in desturbing ways. He meets a girl who just moved in next door , Eli. Oskar sees something in Eli, a kind gentle sparkle almost, but she proves to be a vampire. Eli's arrival coincide with a series of brutal death's in Okarks suburban swedish town that twists the life of many people in the town, especially El's "father" who goes out into the night to get blood and feed Eli. Despite it all Okar and Eli share a bond that goes beyond the elements of any romance novel. The novel is written in a very real narrative that explores the bleak side of life and its triumphs, but also maintains a gripping horror novel that is unretellingly profound.
PepaLou More than 1 year ago
Excellent, Excellent, Excellent! Definitely a must read.
mgambrosi More than 1 year ago
This is not your typical vampire read. The writing style was unique in the sense it was written by a Swedish author. I'm not positive but I believe the book was translated into English. However, I greatly enjoyed this book. I enjoyed seeing through the boys eyes and getting into his head. He's certainly not your dream child. Getting a look into Eli's point of view was interesting, and showing us the transition from a personal view of Virginia was captivating. This book might not be enjoyed and appreciated by all and I truly hope it gets the attention it deserves.
FaeryArbiter More than 1 year ago
i read this because i really liked the movie. the book is just as awesome as the movie, but with some extra info. it was a bit graphic at some points, so i wouldn't recommend it for anyone younger than 16. It was an amazing book, though!!!!!!!
TamiT More than 1 year ago
Overall, I enjoyed this book. I like the fact that we only understood the vampire history by what the character would expose through thought and memory and that was not too much. There was just enough history to understand the main character. The story stayed with the plot. I would recommend this book to an avid vampire reader but not the general. It was good, but not a page-turner.
cheywyoming More than 1 year ago
I bought this book expecting a typical vampire book. Shocked, it wasnt like them others. You dont get the typical romantic thriller with a vampire. But instead, you get into the heads of the chararacters and see it not from a fanasy but from something that could be happening right next door. Im glad that the book was introduced to me.
kelina More than 1 year ago
ready2read31 More than 1 year ago
This book was really good. Oskar was a very interesting kid, especially with dealing with the bullies. I didn't like that the author didn't give alot of backstory on Eli and Hakan. But overall it was a really good book that kept my attention.
Violet63 More than 1 year ago
This book is absolutely superb. I first watched the movie after reading the rave reviews it received during the Cannes Film Festival. I was drawn to the book because some back story & character relationships were cut out of the movie. For instance, the book explored the relationship between Hakan & Eli, the local drunks, the police officer, and Eli's vampire origins. The book also delved deeper into Oskar's lonely existence & the budding relationship between he & Eli. Superb story!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I guess since I saw the movie first there was no spoiler alerts besides the a couple plot points that hopefully the English remake to this Swedish horror classic.

Its about 472 pages and even though you might be tempted to skim alittle since it might just sag in a place or two but if your into horror, romance, and a bit of undead (who is'nt?) then this is an absolute must read. The movie was one of the best films of 2008 and I must say the the book does it justice_or vice-versa.

I can talk all day or you can just buy this peice literature that will melt your heart and curl your toes at the same time.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great vampire story but different. Glad I read it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago