Amazing how I could love and hate someone so much. Despite killing almost everyone Frankenstein knew, I still found his monster far more lovable than Frankenstein himself. Frankenstein is what really bothered me about this book. He really annoyed me pretty much the whole time. I thought the only book with this much angst was Twilight. It was understandable but overplayed and especially early on, he did much more fainting and self-loathing than anything else.
One of those Greek plays that really didn't age well. If the Greek gods say so, you're screwed. A theme for the ages. Literally only lasted as long as it did because of the shock value.
Dude, how did I forget about this weirdly absurd yet utterly foreboding little odd ball of a book?
A book that has stuck with me, whose themes and visions appear in life and literature, and whose songs and rhymes pop into my head.