Frankenstein

For not being much of a reader as one of my common hobbies, Mary Shelly's Frankenstein was a beautiful piece that I enjoyed to engage in. Her language and vocabulary throughout the writings and stories was poetic and well thought out. I loved the romantic characters that were introduced in the book including the monster.

The first third of the book introduces the biography of Frankenstein well to get the audience a clear emotional connection to his character. What I loved about the layout is that I was introduced to Frankenstein as a well educated man that was respected and a good human figure. As the story progresses, I soon find out that he slowly eludes every positive aspect about himself and see his character slowly morphing into the actual monster.

This book was more of a tragedy of events rather than horror in my opinion. I loved how reading her book took every stereotype for the monster and threw it out the window for me. I came to have feelings and connection to the created monster and felt extreme sympathy throughout his journey. I felt as I progressed through each chapter the monster actually became more human. Once Mary starts to introduce the thought process of the monster and his understanding of loneliness, the reader gets that human connection with the character and can sympathize because of similar emotions we have all encountered in the past.

Genius went completely wrong for Frankenstein. This was a story of how education and playing the role of God completely backfired for this scientist. He actually became more like a demonic figure towards the end of the book. He had the brainpower and created something that no human has every created before and lacked the responsibility to follow through with his creation, inevitably killing everything he ever loved. His quest to kill the monster is symptomatic for him in search of destroying himself.