Classic Literature Catch-Up: My First Read of Frankenstein

I finally got around to reading Frankenstein—the original Mary Shelley novel—and I’m honestly so glad I did.

It was a Christmas gift from my mom, and I’ve taken my time with it, dipping in and out over the past few months rather than rushing through. I obviously knew the gist of the story going in—who doesn’t? The name Frankenstein is everywhere in pop culture—but reading the actual book was a completely different experience.

I wasn’t expecting it to be so reflective and emotional. It’s not just a horror story—it’s full of sorrow, guilt, loneliness, and questions about morality. Victor’s inner turmoil, the creature’s heartbreak, the isolation… it all hit much harder than I thought it would.

One thing that surprised me was how articulate and intelligent the creature is in the book. That part gets totally lost in most of the film versions. There’s this real sadness to him, and you can’t help but feel for what he becomes, considering how he was brought into the world.

It’s definitely one of those classics that makes you think. I kept finding myself reflecting on certain lines or passages, especially about responsibility and what it means to create something you can’t control.

If you’ve never read the original Frankenstein, I’d really recommend giving it a go. It’s not a light read, but it’s a powerful one—and it makes so much sense why it’s stood the test of time.

Have you read any classic novels lately that surprised you? I’m always open to recommendations.