Frankenstein

When reading Frankenstein, many things went through my mind. How could a simple college student who had nothing else to do, write this novel? I cannot even fathom how difficult this must have been or how intelligent Mary Shelley must have been. Whose writing skills are far superior to mine, I hope that I can gain a minute speck of her intelligence and talent.
When looking at Frankenstein’s monster, he seemed very different from what I had initially expected. Peaceful, serene, and kind- Are these the characteristics of a monster? He was forced to release his anger only due to the carelessness of his master, Victor Frankenstein. How can one live with no one to hold or to depend on? Even the very beasts and scum of this world have family. The monster here does not. How else can he react to all the attacks he has endured and horrified faces he has seen. He said that he was similar to Adam in that there was no one before him like him; afterwards he also said that he believed he resembles more of the devil. I do not believe that he resembles the devil what so ever. Maybe physically he was made in the image of a monster but was touched by God. This oxymoron is extremely significant in that as an innocent being, he was corrupted into conforming into a monster; he was not born as one.
Furthermore, I could not help but feel sympathetic towards the monster. His creator, Victor Frankenstein, made him and abandoned him to rot. After years of isolation, the monster finally brought up the courage to face society one last time. After being rejected by his idols, the De Lacey family, the monster was again in isolation. Even when he saved a little girl, her father shot him with a gun due the monster physical deformation. If I were born into this world only to live in isolation with no compassion or love, I would have turned all my power into hatred and revenge as well. Additionally, when the monster asks his creator for one request, his hopes are shot down when Frankenstein decides to never fulfill it. Imagine having had asked only one request in the world and being utterly rejected. The pain in my heart would have burst. I can only imagine what the monster was going through.
Mary Shelley truly made this novel into a masterpiece by using romantic characteristics of imagination and dreams. Most importantly, it reaches into the dark depths of reality: one cannot always receive what one most desires, even if it is a natural right.