If you’ve ever traveled, you know what it’s like to be totally lost and slightly panicked because you don’t believe you have the skills (language, a good map, lots of money) to find the place where you think you need to be. The thing you don’t do, is sit on a street corner and wait for the place to come to you. You know that will never happen. Instead, you start walking.
I’m not going to keep ranting about how much I hated a certain movie (see previous post): but I will say that the review of DCtH I’ve linked to, in the Nervous Breakdown, does make this astute observation: “There are no vampires in this novel, no portals to other worlds, or crimes to be solved, nothing to prop up the narrative except truth, and emotion, and love.”