Are we the demons we create?
Frankenstein written by Mary Shelley, is the story of Victor Frankenstein and the creature he created. After succeeding in bringing the creature to life, he is repulsed by every aspect of it. Frankenstein spends every possible moment trying to avoid his creation, until his sins and actions begin to haunt his family and his every moment.
This was a fantastic read. It contained an entertaining plot with deep analytical meaning. Shelley did exceptional work portraying great depth and feeling in her characters. If there were any grammatical issues within the text, they were few or minuscule enough to not take away anything from the plot or entertainment of the read.
My one regret with this story is that I didn’t read it sooner. There were so many layers to this story that left me analyzing it after I had finished reading. The most surprising dialogue that kept me thinking was that of the creature. Anyone who has struggled with depression can relate to some of what the creature says within the story and, at times, his isolation from those in close proximity. He goes through the story trying to find some likeness to human kind, to adapt and fit in with humanity.
If you have yet to read this book, make it a must on your reading list. This year marks the 200th Anniversary of its publication and it’s still going strong. Shelley wrote a story that has transcended time and will probably continue on for another 200 years or more.