Quick synopsis:
Victor Frankenstein loses his mother (meaning she died) shortly before leaving home to go to school. Frankenstein is still in mourning over his mother as his begins his school work, and his already strong interest in science drives him to the idea of creating life where life once was, but has been taken away, thus he begins to work on his creation made of body parts he digs up.
My Review:
As I began to read this story, I was first taken aback by the imagination and creativity of the author, Mary Shelley, who was 19 when she began to write this story, and 20 at it's completion. To me the idea of Mary creating such a creature seemed so ahead of her time in 1816. As I continued to read, I was impressed my Mary's skill's in writing, but I soon found myself bothered by the occasional overkill in description. On perhaps 3 or 4 occasions in the book, Mary begins to describe some scene in which a character finds themselves, and goes more into detail than I would like. After the first time or two, I began to simply scan down to the next point where the story picks up again, and I quickly move on. Despite these few minor parts, I thoroughly enjoyed the story and found myself often torn with who's side to take in the battle that unfolded before me, and even getting teary eyed as I empathized for one character or another on several instances.
My Rating:
I give this book a rating of 3.5 out of 5.
