I approached this book with a lot of enthusiasm, but a vast misunderstanding of what it actually included. I was under the impression that all of these stories would be about Shelley's Creation, yet a majority of them are only inspired by her story or the 1931 film adaption, and involve unrelated creators and victims of scientific exploitation. Even though I found myself not enjoying most of the stories, especially the pulp ones, I remained determined to read to the end. However, its a library loan, I'm out of renewals, and I lack the motivation to read much further. I hate leaving things unfinished so I'm telling myself I'll try again at some other point, but honestly that's not likely. 

The description for this book seemed intriguing but the text is written with such long sentences and dense paragraphs that it quickly felt like a chore to finish each page. So far Russ got on my nerves but I assume he learns to be less self absorbed by the end of the book. I may attempt to finish it some other time.

Maybe I'll try to finish this some other time... but I truly hated reading it. King has a talent for describing the mundane viscerally to impart a sense of disgust and discomfort, but weaponized it to such an extent that I quickly lost interest in finishing the book.