It was a year ago today that I embarked on the journey to finish over a dozen books. Mary Shelley’s birthday had just come and gone, making me realize that I didn’t know much about her.
I hadn’t read Frankenstein, which I remedied instantly. Neither had I known anything about the teenager who might have birthed a whole new genre. As I continued the project, I realized the hold that her literary creature still had on us. I saw the extent to which the eponymous inventor and his experiment from Mary’s book have penetrated the media.
Whether it is a movie or an offhand reference on a show, Frankenstein and his monster refuse to leave our collective imaginations.
Project Frankenstein continues.
The current status of the project stands thus:
Even when I come across other books inspired by the classic, I don’t add it to my list. I have decided to stick to the original.
A Happy FrankenDay to you all!