Braiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiins................

Oh, wait, sorry.

That's a zombie. Wrong genre.

So, I had to read Frankenstein. And, I am almost (almost) ashamed to admit this, but I have never actually read it before. I saw the movie many, many, many moons ago, but I never sat down and read the book. Even after the Byron episode of Highlander, where Byron was the "inspiration" for Frankenstein.

Yes, I am a dork. Hello, it was hilarious.

It's weird, but in all the movies I've seen, the creation of the monster has always been the culmination of Frankenstein's work, and in the book, the actual work isn't that important. Really, nothing is said about how it was done, as if Shelley was afraid that if she put too many details, some idiot would get it in their head to do something...less than wise.

It almost seems as if this is a criticism on the Enlightenment movement (why did I almost type "movies"?), as if she's saying, "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

It could also be her way of dealing with her grief, however, because I think she lost her beloved daughter before this. Speaking as someone who's lost a loved one...I almost wish there was something I could do to bring my father back. But I can't. That's not my prerogative. And I think this book was sort of her way to sit back and realize that her daughter was gone and to bring her back...while not only being impossible, would also be wrong.

Or she had way too much absinthe. I know what went down at those shindigs.