I wanted to read this book for Halloween, and I got it a little late, but it didn't make this book any less terrifying and awe-ful. (Not awful, but awe-ful.) I'm so inspired by the fact that Mary Shelley wrote this, years ahead of her time. Its not even a difficult read, possibly because I ate up all the descriptions of Frankenstein and the monster and his life. Its alien, surreal, and bizarre, even more than the films I've seen. I can't imagine what people must have thought of it when she actually wrote it.