I'm always reading something, usually multiple books at a time.
This is one of those books I've been meaning to read for just about ever. What inspired me to finally get to it was that it was chosen as the "October" read in the "Classics Corner" discussion area of the Albany Public Library Goodreads group.
When I was teaching first-year English during my time as a graduate teaching fellow, I recall that some of my compatriots assigned Frankenstein to their comp students. I'm reminded of the joke, "Have I read it? No, I haven't even taught it!" But I never assigned it, and if I had, I definitely would have read it. I'm only mentioning this because I remember reading some parts of student papers on the book (in our teaching practicums) and noting how very different the novel must be from the famous movie featuring Boris Karloff as Dr. Frankenstein's monster. I understand that the version starring Robert DeNiro was much closer to its source material, but I never saw it, and will note that whoever cast DeNiro ignored the bit about the creature being over eight feet tall.
Another interesting contrast between the novel and the "Karloff" film is that Shelley's narrative glosses over how exactly Victor Frankenstein obtains the "materials" for his creature and how he animates the body. There are no scenes of grave-robbing or harnessing electricity during a thunderstorm. Toward the end, Frankenstein refuses to divulge his methods, under the auspices of preventing anyone from replicating his unhappy results.
Poor Creature. All he did was get made and, through no fault of his own, have an appearance that everyone finds hideous and terrifying. His own maker, Victor Frankenstein, recoils in horror at the first sight of him, and runs away, wishing he could just hit a big "undo" button. And why did Frankenstein create this new being? He pretty much did it because he could. He'd studied alchemy, philosophy, and science, and conducted experiments where he'd reanimated dead tissue. Ooh, the power! Making a man was just his next logical step in "Look what I can do!"
Frankenstein is a thought-provoking read, and I highly recommend it. Surely Mary Wollstonecraft won the ghost-story contest between her, Percy Byssche Shelley, and Lord Byron when she came up with this.