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Frankenstein MARY SHELLEY by Mary Shelley, Mary Shelley
5.0
"I, the miserable and the abandoned, am an abortion, to be spurned at, and kicked, and trampled on."
“How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!”
I read this in Highschool and I could recall the gist of the story and blended with the knowledge pressed upon me over the years through adaptations etc. I thought I knew what I was getting into. Turns out, I didn't.
I was surprised by how incredibly heartbreaking it was to read this. In trying to cure his loneliness, Victor Frankenstein created what he then deemed a monster, leaving it on its own with a childlike disposition and confusion. Oh, how this story could have gone with some compassion and communication for the thing he created. Instead, in pursuit of companionship and love he, Victor, destroyed all those who loved him because when turned away Frankenstein's 'monster' became murderous and vengeful.
I'm not sure I can adequately describe the range of emotions I experienced while reading this. We get a narrative of love and equal parts hate, of beauty and ugliness and how they can be pinned to a visual and/or a feeling, and an overwhelming want of hope that is shadowed in despair.
I think the creature was my favorite character and I felt for him and related to him as he was genuinely seeking connection and acceptance in a world he didn't feel he belonged in.
Not at all surprised to find my take aways in my 30's to be vastly different from those in my teens. Absolutely loved this book.
“How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!”
I read this in Highschool and I could recall the gist of the story and blended with the knowledge pressed upon me over the years through adaptations etc. I thought I knew what I was getting into. Turns out, I didn't.
I was surprised by how incredibly heartbreaking it was to read this. In trying to cure his loneliness, Victor Frankenstein created what he then deemed a monster, leaving it on its own with a childlike disposition and confusion. Oh, how this story could have gone with some compassion and communication for the thing he created. Instead, in pursuit of companionship and love he, Victor, destroyed all those who loved him because when turned away Frankenstein's 'monster' became murderous and vengeful.
I'm not sure I can adequately describe the range of emotions I experienced while reading this. We get a narrative of love and equal parts hate, of beauty and ugliness and how they can be pinned to a visual and/or a feeling, and an overwhelming want of hope that is shadowed in despair.
I think the creature was my favorite character and I felt for him and related to him as he was genuinely seeking connection and acceptance in a world he didn't feel he belonged in.
Not at all surprised to find my take aways in my 30's to be vastly different from those in my teens. Absolutely loved this book.