While reading the story Frankenstein, my overall thoughts are pity for the monster. He had no choice on being brought to life, but he is still mistreated and unloved. He tries going into towns but everyone was scared of him; he tried befriending the small family in the cottage but they ran away. The poor guy was just trying to make best of what he was given. When the monster was begging Frankenstein to make him a mate, it broke my heart. “Our lives will not be happy, but they will be harmless, and free from the misery I now feel. Oh! My creator, make me happy; let me feel gratitude towards you for one benefit!” (Shelly 99) The monster is not asking for anything but a friend and partner. He tried explaining reasonably to Frankenstein that he was only acting out because of loneliness.
I cannot decide how I feel about Frankenstein. My first reaction would to be angry with him for the way he treats the monster that he created. But another part of me pities him. He spends years out of his life creating this thing and the moment it becomes life he abhors it. It is sad to think that he wasted all that time when he could have been studying different subjects or could have gotten married to Elizabeth. I also feel bad for him because of his inner turmoil. “I looked towards its completion with a tremulous and eager hope, which I dared not trust myself to question, but which was intermixed with obscure foreboding of evil, that made my heart sicken in my bosom.” (Shelly 114) Not only does he blame himself for the murder of his little brother, he is in constant fear of whose blood will be on his hands next. I think he should have finished creating the lady monster. I can understand his fear of her being evil, but I think it would have worked out for the best.
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