Frankenstein: or, The Modern Prometheus by Mary Shelley, 4/5

Oooohhhhh, that “Shelley“! was my first and strongest reaction to this book.  Frankenstein is well-written and maintains suspense throughout, but hinges, I thought, on a couple unconvincing plot devices: Frankenstein’s unwillingness to have a proper conversation with his monster and the monster’s quick descent into violence, neither of which made much sense to me.

[Why I read it: Another classic, like Dracula, that I should have read ages ago and finally picked up at the thrift store.]