Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

So I decided to read Frankenstein, as all half-intelligent human beings should once in a lifetime. Guys ... there's a reason it's famous! That said, I must say it at times was rather tedious and loooong. I guess back in those days (1818) that was the norm, so I'll live and it survives on the fact that it's nearly two-hundred years old.

Still, it was a really good story. It had it's dozage of action, love (although not romance) and hatred. I liked the monster Frankenstein, although the way he behaved certainly in some degrees was mysterious considering previous acts (one does not turn evil THAT fast ... or can we?), but he was sweet and certainly put some thoughts out there. The old and worn "is it our up-bringing or our DNA that decides what we turn into?", the usual "Can humans ever look beyond the skin and bones and realise the TRUE person underneath?" and the interesting "are humans monsters and the Frankensteinmonster more human that any of us?".

Nothing's as good as a book that makes you think!