Frankenstein by Mary Shellery (170 p.)
Read from November 17 - December 15
How do we create monsters? What constitutes the meaningfulness of life? And how much can our deeds and sufferings be traced back to our environment and the people who - in different ways - aided in creating us?
These are questions that arose from my reading of this 1818 novel by Mary Shelley. I'm not sure I agree with this being a horror story, though. Surely there are many of the elements that horror stories usually comprise of - storms and thunder, death and destruction, fear and terror - but mostly, I feel, it's a very sad story of love (yes), loss and humanity.
Despite this being a classic and there being numerous movie-adaptations of this novel, I didn't know the story. I might have read about it in high-school or heard about it in passing, but in reading this I wasn't sure how it would end, which made the story even more intriguing to read. However, despite the very interesting story and the wonderful gothic themes, I found the reading to be quite... exhausting. The pace is extremely slow, the narration (someone tells their story to a person who then tells his story to another person who writes his sister some letters which we as readers then are reading *phew*) is super weird and the writing is tedious and often downright boring. Still, there are a few beautiful quotes and moving passages, but had the book been much longer I don't know if I'd bothered finishing it.