Ok, admit it. When you hear the word ‘Frankenstein’, you immediately think of a big, green, uninteligible monster with bolts in his neck and a mad scientist laughing maniacally with tubes of electricity in his hands, right?
Maybe you dressed up as the monster for Halloween. Maybe you saw that “Veggie Tales” episode where Junior Asparagus can’t get to sleep because he saw “Frankencelery” on TV. Maybe you never gave it a second thought.
Well, I’m here to break it to you – it’s not like that at all.
But tell me – have you ever had a dream so terrible you had to write about it in order for it all to make sense? Have you ever had a devoted friend who would do anything for you? Have you ever made a mistake that haunted you for the rest of your life?
This is what Frankenstein is about, and this is why you need to read it.
When Mary Shelley was only nineteen, she got married and had her first child. However, within a week of his birth, her child died and, as such a young mother, Shelley was irrevokably changed. She constantly had dreams that she simply rubbed her child back to life in front of the fireplace.
This image was still fresh in her mind when, one rainy and boring day, she and her friends challenged each other to see who could write the best ghost story.
And the rest is history. Her story was a huge sucess, and I challenge you to see for yourself what it’s all about.
But I’ll give you one little hint before I sign off – Frankenstein is not the monster.