I have had a lot of time to think this weekend. Knowing that
I would be cramped up in a small, depressing room, I decided to take a book I
could try to get into. I read this book in its entirety, so I will dedicate
this post to what I thought about the book, and the next to how this completely
blew my expectations out of the water.
“Frankenstein” is a book that I have always wanted to read.
It has been sitting on my book shelf for over a year now, as I was supposed to
teach a class about Gothic Literature last year. The class got cancelled after
two weeks, so I never had the opportunity to read it.
I have to say that it could very well be one of the best
books I have ever read. I won’t ruin the story for anyone in this blog post, but let this be a
preemptive warning to all the people who (usually don’t) read my blog: the next
one will be filled with spoilers. First of all, Mary Shelley was just a pretty
badass writer. Even when there was nothing particularly spectacular happening,
she was able to write in a fashion that is just attractive. And this means
quite a bit coming from me, as I am not even really into fictional writing.
Anyway, yeah…it’s a good book.
