Frankenstein: A Book I Read Semi-Thoroughly

Before we get started, I need to address the title of this blog. You see, I believe honesty is always the best policy (unless you’re talking to the police. In that case you keep quiet yo. Just like Camron said.) So, as the title indicates, I didn’t read this book super thoroughly. And you wanna know why? Reading this book would mean the acquiring of knowledge; that’s why. And apparently knowledge turns ya into a big ole mean monster. Number one: Mr. Frankenjerk had to be smart to create the monster. Then the monster read a bunch of books, started feelin’ lonely, and killed a bunch of people. I mean gosh, in the book of Genesis it took one generation after the tree of knowledge for humanity to become a race of murderers. But since a blog is required of me, a blog I shall give. Frankenstein hates the monster and the monster hates Frankenstein. That’s this whole dang book. Even until the end. The monster says, “For whilst I destroyed his hopes, I did not satisfy my own desires”(Shelly 154). That was his whole reason for existing: revenge. “I have persued him even to that irremediable ruin. There he lies, white and cold in death. You hate me; but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself”(Shelly155). Poor guy just had low self esteem. Maybe this whole book is a big father and son story. Or maybe it’s just about how explosive vengeance will always blow back on you. Heck, I don’t know. However, I do know that I’m over 250 words now.