So I just finished reading “Frankenstein; or the Modern Prometheus.” Here are my thoughts on that:
If I could sum this story up in one word, it would be “Misery.”
This book was published in 1818, and was written by Mary Shelley, wife of Percy Shelley, a famous poet of the romantic era. Mary was nineteen years old when this book was published, and it is one of the most famous, timeless novels in history. Amazing. I am seriously jealous of this girl. I mean, as a writer, I find myself very, very jealous.
I honestly didn’t know what to think going into this novel. I saw that it was less than two-hundred pages, and so thought that it would be an easy read. I was wrong. The language in this book is amazing, and while I understood most of it, I found myself occasionally reaching for my dictionary
Anyway, so I knew that this book was a classic, but I didn’t realize what that meant. Seriously, this book has stood the test of time–200 years and still relevant. Also, it’s nothing like the Frankenstein we grew up with. The whole thing is just a mind-blower. Anyway, I really recommend this novel to anyone who hasn’t read it and can handle its eloquence.
I also want to turn this into a movie. . .