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What a horrible story. It was so sad how one by one, practically all of his family and friends were murdered. Who could have known that all this would come out of an experiment that you never should have done, your dirty (literally) secret that comes back to haunt you. I can appreciate the horror of this situation.   

I wonder why everyone always has to die (the main characters, I mean). It’s kind of ridiculous to think about it. The characters were constantly complaining about how miserable they were, and it took up a great part of the book. I think the book could definitely have been condensed.  I thought it was much more interesting at the beginning when it talked about Frankenstein’s madness that led him to obsessively work on creating life. He knew it was filthy work and somehow immoral, but he did it anyway because he was so wrapped up in the idea. That seems strange to me. Why did he do it if he knew he was touching dead body parts and disturbing people’s graves? He grew thin and pale while he was working on the project. Also, he felt that he could not be with his family while he was doing such work, because he could not enjoy being with them if he knew that he had that to worry about. The author seems to be trying to show that because of his work he was out of balance with day to day living, and that these kinds of ambitious pursuits that make the mind overexcited are bad for the health, like a disease, and should be avoided.