By the author of Dracula. Believe it or not. Insanely ridiculous tale of a snake-woman hell-bent on marrying a kite-flying cuckoo, and the band of God-fearing people plotting to kill her instead. Written as poorly as it is constructed. Mercifully short at less than 200 pages*, yet rushed in every respect, as though Stoker couldn't be bothered with trivialities like story and character development. The bizarre kite flyer stands at the intersection of both deficiencies: he is a major player, he is laughably weird, and he serves no purpose other than to muddy the waters; in terms of the plot, his kite is more important than he is. Complete nonsense, but harmless. Stoker's last novel. Adapted for the big screen (sort of) in 1988 by Ken Russell.
* This, the most commonly available version of the book (the text, not the edition pictured), is actually an abridgment from 1925. Click here for the original.