I enjoyed this book, even though it was nothing like anything that I expected. When I first thought of Frankenstein, I saw a creature that was ten feet tall, had bolts in his neck, and was hideously ugly. As I started reading the book, I soon realized that Frankenstein wasn't the name of the creature at all, it was the inventor. Mary Shelley never gave the creature a name, which I thought was odd. She did give a description of him, but I was surprised that it was nothing like the "classical image of Frankenstein." This book was at times hard to follow, and hard to predict. At times, I wondered if this hideous creature was really so bad. Mary Shelley painted this picture of thoughtfulness and actually gave the creature a heart. He was seen as a monster by society, when in fact he had the heart of a human to the reader. This book puts all the movies that I have ever seen about Frankenstein to shame. I started to wonder where the writers of the movie got their information, because they changed one of the most important elements of the book-the creation and the character names.