I feel a bit divided about this book. On one hand I found the book fascinating—quite ground-breaking for it’s time and dealing with some very heavy philisophical and moral issues. Yet on the other hand I found the characters quite stereotypical. In fact, I felt the monster was the most well developed character, perhaps by the author’s intention.

Victor Frankenstein in particular annoyed me with his continual swings of emotion. The book seemed someonewhat repetitive with his constant exclamations of “how gorgeous the scenery is! It lifts me up, but I can never fully appreciate it, poor wretched me!” He continually fears he will be thought mad if he confesses to his actions, yet ends up being thought mad anyway. Elizabeth never seems more than an extention of him, so I felt no sadness at her murder.

All in all, an interesting read, but not one I’ll hurry back to.