Frankenstein, or, the Modern Prometheus, by Mary Shelley: The women are all weak.

I was once subjected to hearing a giggling women wax lyrical about this book, the supposed heroic Frankenstein, the evil monster and the wonderful love story. I feel she was perhaps reading the ‘edited for five-year-olds’ version because the real book is nothing like that. Ostentaciously worded and over dramatic, Shelley’s descriptions have you reaching […]