I had read Mary Shelley's Frankenstein in high school, but decided to reread it in order to get a new perspective on it. Before reading, I had an idea of who this 'frankenstein monster' was. A large, green man, stitched together with bolts shooting through his neck, so reading the actual original story was an interesting experience.
Upon re-reading Frankenstein, it's still very much like I remember it from high school. Pretty slow paced, a little boring at times, but still grabbed my attention when necessary. One of those attention grabbing things was watching the monster grow, and develop. When Frankenstein's monster is created, he is essentially a blank slate. An empty canvas. The definition of innocence, but he is outcast and feared for obvious reasons. This causes the monster to become angry, and forlorn. The monster decides to exact his revenge on his creator. The monster attempts to reach out by murdering Victor Frankenstein's younger brother. This is just the beginning of greif and sadness for Victor.
One thing that I like about Frankenstein is that it isn't like many other horror stories for the fact that it isn't extremely gory/over the top. It's an intelligent, well put together story, riddled with themes of growing up, coming of age, and dealing with your mistakes.
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