Victor Frankenstein, obsessed with science and the myths of life, creates a creature that immediately repulses him and causes him to regret everything he’s done. When Frankenstein abandons his creation, the monster doesn’t take it well, and vows to ruin his life.

I wanted to like this book a lot more than I did. Sometimes it was hard to keep up with the fact that this was a story inside of a story inside of a story. I also thought there was a lot of buildup of Frankenstein being into science (a few chapters I really didn’t understand), but then when it came to making the monster, it was only two paragraphs (ish). Then Frankenstein didn’t see him again for two years. I also thought Frankenstein was kind of a wimp. Anytime something bad happened, he “got sick” and was in bed for months. I’m not exaggerating when I say this happened multiple times. I was annoyed.

That being said, I loved the monster’s point of view. Those were my favorite chapters, and I flew through them because I was so intrigued by what was going to happen. It was also great because I asked questions in my head, and they actually got answered—amazing! I don’t know what it says about me that I grew very fond of the monster. I just wish we got some more of him.