Frankenstein ~ Week 4

It is honestly quite difficult to sum up my feelings on the last part of the book. I was shocked as to how much emotion the monster shows In the end. He goes on a wild killing spree due to Victor's refusal to make a female version of the monster. First, Clerval is killed. Then Elizabeth is killed on their wedding day; it's terribly sad. Worst of all, the monster regrets killing those closest to Victor only AFTER Victor has died, eliminating the chance for anyone to apologize. I wish Victor had done one of two things when he had the opportunity to: kill the monster, or follow through with female monster. This way, there would be some peace when there was able to be.
Another moment of emotion that shook me was when the monster appeared on Victor's deathbed with tears spilling from his eyes. This made me wonder, was the monster really running away from his creator, or was it leading him on? If it were truly running away, you would thing he would not dare to return to his master's whereabouts. This could be observed more closely, but that is not entirely what I was focusing on. I was honestly (and still am) disturbed by the rampage of death that the monster went on, taking no consideration of the emotions of others, only the pain of his creator. And what was all if this murdering for? Victor's dropping if a promise to make the monster a female counterpart. How foolish. I understand, a creature so lonesome and original in the world longs only for someone to be able to connect with. But such a creation requires years and years of work, a research that might last longer than Victor's own life. A punishment involving the murder of a lore and a best friend is far more painful than any such punishment should be.
The actions if both the monster and Victor have unfailingly upset me, and I am not quite happy with the book's ending, which continues to resemble "Hamlet" immensely. In the well-known Shakespeare play, the final scene is a fantastic performance of revenge and squalor which ends in a flourish of death. By the very end, every major character in the play is dead, except for Hamlet's servant and Prince Fortinbras. it us quite an unfortunate ending, but an unforgettable one, no less.
These are my feelings about the end if Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein".
Sayonara!

Frankenstein ~ Week 3

Though these next few chapters began quite uneventfully, I continue to be surprised by the monster's intelligence.  He admits that he learned to read, which in such a short amount of time is quite shocking.  I was amazed to see him talking about his self-discovery of becoming a monster, and how he now sees him self as an isolated creature in society.  It is quite sad, as the monster has so much potential that is now lost to his truthful sorrow.  This tells me that humans often let themselves down and ignore their own potential due to appearance and social status. 
I see Mary Shelley's over all story as both interesting and unrealistic.  I admit, it is hard to make a story that IS realistic while attention-grabbing, but I had higher expectations for this book.  It is the same with the scene of the monster rising from the dead; the scene was literally approximately five sentences in length.  I was thinking the whole time, how blunt. 
The monster's human-like features continue to support the idea of "nature vs. nurture" through his learning process.  He simply observes the villagers and learns about emotions like joy and despair.  I found it almost humorous when he read Paradise Lost in belief that it was a historical record.  I am impressed that he could comprehend such a work of literature, as I am working up the courage to attack the exact same work.
I took some time to reflect on the event of the monster finding Victor's journal papers and reading his thoughts on his creation.  It made me think about the pain he must have felt from this, learning that your own maker despises the very thought of you.  That would be like my mother wrinkling her nose up in disgust every time I approached her being or her mind.  How awful.  But then I saw it from Victor's perspective, as the creator.  My thoughts on this are that one thing is worse than having a deep hate for something or someone.  And that thing is the pain you feel when the person or thing finds out about the hate you have for it.  I have experienced this pain before, I'm sorry to say.  This happens to be the part of the book that I have connected the most with so far, and it is a wonderful part, despite its sadness.
Well, those are all of my feelings so far on Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.
Sayonara!