Lair of the White Worm - Bram Stoker
But the worm got fat an' grewed an' grewed, An' grewed an aaful size; He'd greet big teeth, a greet big gob, An greet big goggly eyes. - C M Leumane, The Lambton Worm (1867)

Bram Stoker, Irish author of the immortal classic Dracula, wrote The Lair of the White Worm a year before his death in 1912. also known as The Garden of Evil, it was published in 1911 by Rider and Son in the United Kingdom.
this novel is certainly one of the strangest and weirdest books i have ever read. most of the characters are downright eccentric and appear to be preoccupied with their own bizarre pursuits. some scenes are quite disjointed and if it was Stoker's intention to make them surreal and nightmarish, he did manage so but only to a certain extent.
there were "exciting" moments especially in the last few pages but overall, the story leaves much to be desired. somehow, the idea of a primeval creature existing in 1860 Derbyshire and wreaking terror miserably failed to stir my imagination and to deliver the chills and thrills that i was expecting.