Take a photo of a barcode or cover
hifza07 's review for:
Frankenstein: The 1818 Text
by Mary Shelley
he deserved a name, viktor š.
the being discovered what the moon and birds are for the first time! he was enlightened by humans. he read books on books and hid in a hut until he learned enough about humanity to want to converse with the family he wanted to get love from. he was innocent and pure and just wanted to experience comfort and he wanted to belong somewhere. anywhere.
he SAID āLife, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.ā ā¦ LIKE BAABYYYY!!!!
the being discovered what the moon and birds are for the first time! he was enlightened by humans. he read books on books and hid in a hut until he learned enough about humanity to want to converse with the family he wanted to get love from. he was innocent and pure and just wanted to experience comfort and he wanted to belong somewhere. anywhere.
he SAID āLife, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.ā ā¦ LIKE BAABYYYY!!!!
āI was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend.ā couldnāt someone hold his hand. he didnāt deserve any of those rejections , he didnāt know how painful it would be to get rejected , he didnāt know why he was getting shot at after saving somebody from drowning. AHHHH!!!!
āThe gentle manners and beauty of the cottagers greatly endeared them to me: when they were unhappy, I felt depressed; when they rejoiced, I sympathised in their joys.ā little buddy just wanted to be shown an ounce of care or affection from that family he was observing for days on days to educate himself on what he might be. MY FRIGGEN SHAYLA!! my lost and unloved wanderer. he learned language for them.
āI am alone and miserable: man will not associate with me.ā i am devastated . i donāt feel the need to ever want to insert myself in any type of books , sometimes i yell things in my head that i want the characters to hear when im bothered but never do i want to physically go inside the book and just have a conversation with somebody. i FELT so much for the creation and i just wanted to jump inside and tell him that he is not a āwretch.ā he is not a āmonsterā or a ādemon.ā not a āfiendā or āabortionā. he was supposed to be a son and he was supposed to be shown love.
his actions later were brutal because he finally thought that he might as well be what everybody believed him to be and maybe thatās who he was MEANT to be all along. but thatās not TRUEEE! nobody showed him the truth. nobody recognized his pain or tried to hear him out ever. he was just abandoned and thrown disgust at by the same man who gave him humanity to begin with. even after he begged , he was refused and just treated with plain horror.
he isnāt horrific ā heās a mirror of every broken thing we refuse to care for, every soul we discard before understanding. he loved before he hated. he hoped before he hurt. he deserved tenderness. he deserved a hand to hold, a place to rest, a chance to exist without being feared.
his actions later were brutal because he finally thought that he might as well be what everybody believed him to be and maybe thatās who he was MEANT to be all along. but thatās not TRUEEE! nobody showed him the truth. nobody recognized his pain or tried to hear him out ever. he was just abandoned and thrown disgust at by the same man who gave him humanity to begin with. even after he begged , he was refused and just treated with plain horror.
he isnāt horrific ā heās a mirror of every broken thing we refuse to care for, every soul we discard before understanding. he loved before he hated. he hoped before he hurt. he deserved tenderness. he deserved a hand to hold, a place to rest, a chance to exist without being feared.
i hate you v*ktor fr*nkstein.
he deserved a name, and not the one the world gave him, but the one you refused to.
he deserved a name, and not the one the world gave him, but the one you refused to.