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!