Jackson

Mary Shelley is an impeccable writer. A tormented man blessed with life and a tormented monster cursed with life, who is more human?

This book is the bomb. And not just any bomb, Huxley wants to blow your mind. I just kept turning the pages, becuase I craved the introspective thoughts and reflections on human dignity that this book tries to spring on the reader. You find yourself cheering for people who are looking for more, only to be disapointed by their fatal flaws. The book's setting that is so inherently inhumane that it paints a beauty on the tiniest slivers of humanity.

Seriously, how was this book written in the 1930's and still relevant... human nature, I guess. The ways we fall are different but the reasons stay the same.

I really like this story. It’s heartfelt, and people are truly people. AJ has to be the character that I most hated at first… then he became a benchmark for other characters. No man is an island, and this book is a universe.