THE MONSTER AT THE END OF THIS BOOK starring misguided, poorly old Victor Frankenstein. Literature is one of our greatest tools for exploring and understanding the world around us, stories are…
I have a lot of feelings about Frankenstein. When I did my class presentation on it for Supernatural Lit at uni I was meant to write 400 words about it but instead wrote a mini essay that was over a 1000 words. A few years later my friend Henry was doing the same unit and emailed me asking what he could write about Frankenstein and I emailed back something of similar length, all from the top of my head. It’s one of the books I studied at uni that really stayed with me, and one I didn’t think would but here we are four years later and I still have so much to say about Frankenstein.
And Supernatural literature was a class as wonderful as you would predict, the other pieces of assessment I did for the unit were an essay on Harry Potter and a feminist rewrite of Rapunzel.
It’s writing things like I did yesterday that make me miss uni. The crying at my computer at 3am, less so, but writing exclusively about books for SCHOOL was dreamy.