I read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein or the Modern Prometheus. Fascinating writing, beautiful style. There were some plot oddities, but fascinating book. I enjoyed the writing concerning Victor Frankenstein’s brilliance and his downfall being his lack of compassion on his creation. There are many poignant concepts in the book. I wonder if anyone in modern times would write such a novel, without blood and guts and darkness filling the novel, rather human turmoil and emotions. The creature unable to find purpose in life without being able to interact with other beings is interesting. He turns towards hatred because of this. The concept of too ugly to love comes out again just as in Gaston Leroux’s “Phantom of the Opera”.