It's Frahnkensteen!

I'm about done re-reading "Frankenstein" by Mary Shelley. I last read it somewhere close to my early high school years, meaning it could have been in 8th grade, but it could have been up to my sophomore year. I'm thinking the latter. That's probably what it is. Anyway, it's been hitting me again how what a great, well-conceived tale it is, and how vastly unlike and different it is from the pop-culture stereotype, be it the Peter Boyle or the Boris Karloff kind. Even though there's hardly any dialogue to break up the narration in the novel, Shelley just writes each of the main character's reflections so well that the audience keeps reading to see what happens to them next. We really sympathize with them, especially the monster and his creator. Shelley avoids worrying about trying to explain the scientific methods on how the monster was created and roots everything as close to reality as possible so the audience can deeply connect to the story and its characters' plights. I guess I had been so used to the pop-culture images associated with Frankenstein that seeing the real deal so differently really had an impact and gave me new respect for the story - Shelley's story, at least.