my books. my life.

I finished Frankenstein last night.  I read it as part of the Top 100 list (this was 26 for me) that Ben and I are trying to read.  It took me a little while to get into it, but after the monster started to tell his story, I really began enjoying it.  When most people think of Frankenstein, they think of this monster that they should be afraid of, but in the book, the monster is a rational, emotional being and has many levels.  You have to pity him for his position – all alone in the world with no other like himself.  He despises his creator and lives his life seeking to harm him and those he loves.  But it is understandable that he feels as he does and asks for a companion.  You also have to pity Frankenstein himself because he didn’t know what he was getting into when he created the monster.  He was consumed by the idea of creating life and didn’t think what would happen when that life came to be.  He didn’t know he would be creating a death sentence for those he loved and eventually himself.  Both characters end up unhappy and unsatisfied.  It is a sad, but moving book.  It is a good read and I understand why it is a classic.

Now on to finish Goblet of Fire…

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