I was always a big reader. I remember stuffing books in my backpack—except I was too cool for a backpack and walked around with books stacked in my arms; why was that cooler?—from elementary school on.
In high school, I discovered Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles. I enjoyed Interview with the Vampire but when I read The Vampire Lestat, I was hooked. How could I not be? Here’s the opening:
I am the vampire Lestat. I’m immortal. More or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire—these things might destroy me. But then again, they might not.
Oh, how delicious! Lestat was delicious. I almost wished I would run into him on some dark night. My friends and I read the book and the others that followed. We wanted to be vampires. We’d go to the mall on Friday night, dressed all in black with red bite marks painted on our necks.
We received some strange looks, especially when we told people we were vampires. You see, all of this was way before Twilight or any of the other books, movies, or TV shows that have made vampires so much part of our national culture. People didn’t think about vampires except at Halloween, and then they only thought about Dracula.
How the world has changed. I don’t even think paranormal was a genre in the early nineties. Now everyone reads it, and it’s huge. Not just vampires or witches, but werewolves, fairies, demons, angels, even dragons.
What started your love affair with the paranormal? Was it a book or an author or something else?