Frankenstein

Sometimes when driving, you wind up in a roundabout, and your destination is right after the first exit. You could just simply go, or you could take five whole spins around the roundabout and then go to the destination you needed to go. Unnecessary, but you still wound up in the same place, despite the extra miles being meaningless.

This book does just that, a whole page's worth of boring, unnecessary, repetitive descriptions of trivial things that add nothing to the story, in reality, it only seems to drag it down. Despite having interesting themes, it fails to grasp interest where it matters. Yeah, I get it that little Frankie boy feels remorse and horror, that the monster is the most human character of all, and that he wanted companionship with a Ms.Monster. But I don't feel any sympathy for these characters when they monologue for almost 2 entire chapters and it doesn't feel... real. The dialogue looks so out of place, no real person talks like this.

Imagine you are dying in your bed, and you talk super eloquently while having immense pain. Does not happen, ever.

My favorite part was when he said “It's Frankensteining Time!”