People have been trying to persuade me to read this for ages. I wish I'd listened sooner. Absolutely chock full of lovely little references to not only classics of fiction but the history of horror/vampire movies and Victorian folklore. I absolutely loved this book - but I suspect those less steeped in the sort of things Newman geeks about in his film reviews than I would love it somewhat less. 
 I couldn't possibly give it anything less than five stars - especially not after "that man's a member of my club!" -and wish I could give it more, but if you're not a dyed in the wool British Horror Geek like me you'll probably not be quote as adoring. 
 In something of an attempt at objectivity: it has a refreshingly even gender balance for a story set in Victorian London, the plot moves along at a fair lick, and the characters are well-rounded. It had some salty language, lots of violence, and some sex, but it never felt prurient to me. 
 I'll definitely be picking up the next in the series ASAP.