Frankenstein by Mary Shelley is the story of Victor Frankenstein’s life. It started out as any other normal person’s life. He lived happily with his family. At a young age, his interest in the sciences was sparked, but he was quickly scolded by his father for admiring such outdated theories. From this moment on, things changed for Victor. When he went off to the university at Ingolstadt, he was able to nurture his love for science. But this love grew into an unhealthy obsession, and soon he theorized that he could create a living being. He gathered all of the parts and created his creature. And when the being came to life, it was the most handsome person Victor had ever seen. As months went by, Victor educated his creature and helped him learn the ways of society. Once he felt confident, Victor took the creature back home to meet his family. Everyone accepted the creature with open arms just as if he had always been part of their family, and everything was wonderful at first. But soon, the woman who was practically betrothed to Victor, Elizabeth, started to fall for the handsome, mystery man. Their affections grew for each other until it surmounted and they ran off together, never to be heard from again. This tormented Victor so greatly that he went into a downwards spiral; this spiral grew into a delirium so bad that he was eventually committed into an institution for the mentally ill. He lived there until he died of old age.

           “It was on a dreary night of November, that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the soulful brown eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.

           How can I describe my emotions at this wondrous creation that I had taken such infinite pains and care to form? His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful!― Great God! His smooth, tan skin was stretched taught over his perfect muscular form; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness. He was the most perfect, handsome being that I had ever set my eyes on.