Thoughts after reading Frankenstein

Honestly, I didn't know what to think after reading Mary Shelly' s Frankenstein at first. The writing was a little dry, but really that could be for the fact that this book is almost 200 years old, and at times sort of felt like I was reading one of my 10th grade science books that would then jump straight into a sonnet. Also the format was both strange and refreshing, it started off with a couple of letters and then went to a word-of-mouth style of story telling. We discussed in class how it was like the older version of a found footage horror film.
While there will always be a place in my heart for that big, green lug that stomps around the movie screen filled with lightning bolts and dramatic lighting, the story of this book was far more interesting. I've grown up under the impression that the monster was just that, a monster, but he ended up being the most complex part of the whole novel. He was both brilliant, learning how to speak and understand certain aspects of life through a small hole of some stranger's house, and morally complex through his struggles and the choices he made.
There are a lot of interesting themes that this book tackled, like the dangers of the pursuit of knowledge and the consequences of breaking the laws of nature, but what I really pulled from it was the damage of neglect and abandonment. This tale basically boils down to some real deep-seated daddy issues that should of been addressed since the moment of the monster's inception. Doctor Frankenstein runs from his responsibilities of being a father and fails to be a guild to a creature that so desperately needs it and unfortunately the monster lashes out due to this. I do think the actions of the monster are terrible, going on a full family murder spree, but the blame falls onto the doctor himself.
Just a thought after reading.

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