An all-encompassing reading challenge for the year would be remiss without some classics for a really good foundation, so I decided to take on one I’d never read before from either high school or college. That landed me on Frankenstein by Mary Shelley.
The first two thirds of the book was a lot of setup. Her writing style was very difficult for me to adapt to, perhaps because it was written from an era that predates my reading interests. Whether it’s because of this, or the fact that my mind is not what it used to be, I had to re-read a lot of it several times. Some passages I even found myself saying, “Wait…what?” and reading them out loud so I could make sense of them in my head.
This is not something you can read with the TV in the background, or even with music, let alone holiday cheer, so it took me a while to dig through this. The last third got better, and I am glad I am able to say I read this. But this is not a book for the faint of heart – you’ve gotta want it bad! Maybe I am going stupid in my old age, but I found my patience tried with Shelly’s lengthy discourse. 3.5 stars