Book 32

Frankenstein - Mary Shelley

Looking at the reviews on Amazon, all I can say is... I glad SOMEONE liked Frankenstein. I sure didn't.

For a book that's only 170 pages, it has taken me forever to read it. And I didn't enjoy it one bit. I blame it largely on the fact that my only connection to the story has been Mel Brooks' Young Frankenstein (which, if you've not watched it, you really should!) which is entirely my own fault.

The biggest problem for me is that I never entered the world that the book took place in. I never felt as though I was taken to a different time or a new locale. As much as I could empathize and feel for the characters, this book did not transport me to a new time and place as I am so accustomed to feeling when I get immersed in a book. And that is unsettling for me as a reader.

The best part of the book was reading from the monster's side, and going through his journey as he gains a sense of self. It was utterly sad. But I didn't feel as though it was at all authentic, this monster gaining a more complete and refined sense of language and vocabulary than I have myself.

I'm glad it is over. I can get on with my life.

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Book Count: 32/50