Frankenstein

A star down for long theatrical shakespearean sentences. But I know it cannot be helped since it's been written 200 years ago.

I think Mary and I would've been great friends. The way she speaks in this book and pours her inner thoughts and heart into it is very similar to mine. A great book that gave birth to science-fiction genre.

However, I've no idea how does Kindle count the pages. It's supposed to be 126 pages long but they're either the longest pages I've ever encountered or it counts two pages as one. Because this book is waaaaay longer than it seems.

It's a shame I could never get around to reading this - because this is a masterpiece, in the truest sense of the word.
All of us know the gist, as Frankenstein's monster is a huge part of popular culture - Victor Frankenstein, a committed science student, discovers the secret of ‘animation' - the process by which life is injected into a body. He then attempts to create a sentient creature, and does so - but repulsed at his own creation, he deserts the creature. What happens in the novel is simply repercussions for the same.
But what really made the novel work was its maddeningly beautiful prose, and the sheer tragedy of the villain, Frankenstein's monster. Deprived of human affection due to his monstrous appearance, you feel for him, even though your sympathies are strongly tested. But Shelley's command of the language is unparalleled - you can visualize the downfall of both Victor and his creation, and it is just heart-rending to witness.
Another striking thing about the novel is the pacing - it is simultaneously beautiful and wretched to witness. It is an exercise in futility to think of all the ‘what-ifs', alluded so casually by Shelley at numerous parts of the novel. In fact, at some point, you just have to stop to take a deep breath, because it is so pulse-pounding.
I was thinking Frankenstein would be another one of those ‘classics', solely read because it's on all of those ‘best of all time' and ‘trope creator' lists. I will gladly admit though, that I have never been more glad to be proven so wrong.

As many others, I was already familiar with Frankenstein in pop-culture, but I didn't really know what to expect going into the novel itself. I was pleasantly surprised. The book is immensely sad and tragic, much more complex and philosophical than the standard tropes would lead one to believe. The language is a little hard to read, but after a few pages, I became accustomed to it.

Well, my feelings about this book are not defined yet. The media campaign has been done around Frankenstein made ​​me think it would be a horror story but I was very disappointed because the story was too slow and heavy. At times I seemed to be reading the story of a suicidal-manic rather than a scientist. The narrative was too boring and Victor Frankenstein a man appeared weak and with overly dramatic feelings. It seemed as if all men were too idealized characters and they seemed more passionate about the exaltation of suffering and pain. Moreover, at no time mentioned the real name of the monster and I don't understand why everyone calls him with the name of his creator.

However, I found interesting from the point of view of the monster. It made me think of a facet of humanity in which I hadn't pondered before. In conclusion, I still don't know if I hate or love this book.

Hey look at me! I finished Frankenstein!

I almost don't want to rate this book. It's clearly fantastically written and an essential classic. Everyone should read it!

Having said that, I found myself pushing my way through the story at the end, and I really just hate Victor Frankenstein. He's a spoiled little jackass.

3/5 stars for me, but with a deep respect for the literature and with a full understanding of how this could be 5/5 for others. Glad I read it!!

I can't imagine there's much left to say about Frankenstein that hasn't already been said elsewhere, so I won't go on too much.

When I first read Frankenstein as a teenager I thought the language was quite stilted, and though I appreciated the story at the heart of the book I found the text difficult to concentrate on. In contrast, on this read through, I was blown away by how beautifully written this book is and I wanted Shelley's prose to go on forever. Such is the difference between adult and teen, I guess.

Despite being two hundred years old and having been done to death in countless retellings, the sad story of Frankenstein and his monster still comes across as somehow modern and fresh. It does not suffer from the tedium that accompanies so many books of the early eighteen hundreds, and remains a relevant cautionary tale for this day and age.

This book is a true classic that has resoundingly withstood the test of time, and I loved every minute of it.

I liked this book a lot more the first time I read it, but this time around all I could see were the holes in the story (this might reflect more on me than on the book). My main problem was with the way the creature learned language, which was completely unbelievable. If you can get past that and a couple other flaws in the plot it is a good read.

I'm left mostly feeling confused by this book. Where others find beauty in the elongated descriptions of vistas and apparently-complex emotions, I had to really trudge to get through them. Where others come away believing Frankenstein is “The REAL Monster,” I am left perplexed to his courses of action and effectively saddened at the chain of events that made up the book. While I'm frustrated by The Monster's reactions and actions, I certainly don't think he's wrong on certain points, and find it hard to blame him for his behavior.

Spoiler tag for safe>sorry. The book really picked up for me when Frankenstein and the Monster had an actual conversation and we learned the Monster's story. While I have not consumed the horror movies that have led others to read this book, I still had an idea where it was going, but the most emotion this book got out of me was when Felix encountered the Monster holding on to his father and attacked him, resulting in their leaving their cottage. In this, Monster and Frankenstein had the same problem: why not SPEAK? You could have told Felix you were his ally, doing work to help him and his family. Frankenstein could have TOLD Clerval or Elizabeth about his experimentation resulting in an angry person capable of violence, and might have spared their deaths.

So I guess I'm glad I finished it, mostly for having read Frankenstein, and I can appreciate the humanity and fallibility of the characters, but it just doesn't reign among my favorite books I've ever read.

I feel like media image of Frankenstein is very different from the one the book actually portrays. I was ready for a monster named Frankenstein with metal bolts in his head, being chased by an angry medieval village mob with torches and pitchforks. Instead I got a doctor name Frankenstein with commitment issues that is also bipolar. The action was fast paced and simpler than that of Dracula. Even if I gave both books the same rating, I prefer the vampire story simply because it expanded a lot more on the story and the characters. The characters in Frankenstein excluding Viktor and the monster are almost irrelevant. Also, the scene where he animates the monster is almost inexistent, which means the whole lightning hitting a corpse scene was also crafted by the media, womp womp.