What would you do if you were a young girl in the 1970s with a diplomat father, a vanished mother, an addiction to sweet desserts, and a possible family secret involving a famous Transylvanian count whose family symbol was a dragon? What would you do if one day your father disappeared to search for your mother and you were left to go after him, traveling through various cities and eating bread and cheese and bars of chocolate? What if your father left you a series of letters that detailed how he met your mother, his graduate studies with a professor who had found proof that Dracula was still alive and wreaking havoc, and luscious meals in Istanbul, Bulgaria, Romania and London? You'd probably start drooling at mentions of cheese, red peppers, roast lamb, chocolate torta, cheese pastry, coffee, eggplant, yogurt, chicken paprikash and pastries mounded with whipped cream, right? What if your ultimate search for your parents and Dracula led you to the knowledge that you were descended from Vlad Dracula himself? We are discussing these beguilingly bloodthirsty questions and analyzing the connection between food and horror in Elizabeth Kostova's marvelous novel The Historian, so please join us.