Not a "proper series", this consists of the novel "Let the Right One In" as well as the short story "Let the Old Dreams Die" which serves as a kind of epilogue to the novel.

With all the horridness described in this book, it is strangely full of love and tenderness, understanding and forgiveness. My first thoughts are on the writing. For me, this is the first time a translated book stood out as being obviously translated from its original language. I'm sure there was nothing lost in translation and the writing is fluid and beautiful-I can't quite put my finger on what it was that triggered it but once that switch was flipped, it stayed on-I was very aware of it, somehow.

I can't even find the words to describe how much I LOVED this novel. But let me start by warning Twilight lovers that this book is not about sexy sparkly vampires and teenage love. If you are not ready to read about ugly realities of human life, do not open this book. You know that bit at the beginning of Amadeus, where Salieri has composed this very uninspired little march, which he and the Emperor play for Mozart? Then Mozart sits down at the keyboard and says, hm, that's not quite right, is it? And he messes around with it for a couple of minutes, until he's suddenly transformed it into "Here's farewell to the games with the girls" from The Marriage of Figaro. Like wrapping a blood-drenched knife in cotton wool, this is a five star novella wrapped in a 2 star novel. There's just way too much unnecessary fluff. John Avjide Lindqvist feels a little bit like the Swedish Stephen King. Bodies drained of blood are showing up in a small town in Sweden. At the same time an unlikely friendship forms between a lonely schoolboy and a young girl who only comes out at night...

I finally got my revenge on Sweden. For most of my life I’ve been bombarded with newspapers and radio telling me how Sweden is so much much very much absolutely completely better than Britain at practically everything. Here’s some random quotes from the BBC news archive : For a novel less than 20 years old, John Ajvide Lindqvist’s Let he Right One In has spawned enough adaptations that its title now doubles as a guide: be careful, for not all versions of this Swedish horror romance are created equal. Best writing and characterization I've read in a long time! (Not to mention best horror book--ever.) I am in awe of Lindqvist's ability to write, it is impossible for me to enjoy a book without great writing and the translation was so spot on it did not read like one at all. Sé que voy a dar una opinión muy impopular, pero esta novela no me ha gustado. Este mundo "gore" de sangre no es para mi. I loved how this book stands totally alone in some ways-for being a part of vampire lore, it borrowed from some typical vampire-ish legends but it also took the genre and flipped it on its head-there is tons of originality here. TONS

What he was scared of was not that maybe she was a creature who survived by drinking other people's blood. No, it was that she might push him away.” It's easily one of the most delightful and disturbing vampire novels I've read and not just for the pedo stuff. It has a very Swedish sensibility and the willingness to go all out with the difficult subjects and do it with fantastically drawn characters that are both flawed, trying, and full of heart. Even the ones we don't like are relatable in some ways. The story is told from the perspective of a friend of a couple consisting of Karin, a police officer who oversaw the investigation of the killings at the pool, and Stefan, the last person to see Oskar and Eli alive. Stefan saw Oskar and Eli after they had disembarked from the train on which they were riding in the epilogue. They were sitting on a trunk holding hands which they had cut to engage in the pact which Oskar had described to Eli previously, suggesting Oskar was intent on becoming a vampire along with Eli. The story concludes with new evidence that Oskar and Eli were recently in Barcelona, Spain. If I listed the things that scared me most, vampires running around looking for blood wouldn't rate in my top 10. They wouldn't rate in my top 50. That said, John Ajvide Lindqvist's Let the Right One In (translated and distributed in the U.S. as Let Me In) unsettled me in multiple ways. I actually started reading it in 2012, then again in 2013, before finally making it through its house of horrors. And I'm sure glad that I did. It is well written, but it seemed to me that there are many themes that do not contribute anything to the novel, but rather slow it down.