The Poet's Path: A Blog about Books, Poetry, and the Journey of Self-Discovery

It was too late now It felt like my mind had consumed all the chaos The vexed voices mixed with shallow breaths and a loud heartbeat I'm sure nobody could tell, But I was at a war in the most peaceful places I went. Like it had swallowed every scream The blurry flashbacks of a crying child mixed with a terrifying wish to never leave the room I'm sure nobody could tell, But I was covering my ears in the quietest places I went. Like it had ingested all the violence The melancholic melody of shattering glasses mixed with all the swearing I'm sure nobody could tell, But I was taking deep breaths in the most calming places I went. Like it had sponged off all the sorrow The fake laugh decorating the dull walls with fictitious felicity I'm sure nobody could tell, But I was wiping my tears in the happiest places I went. Like it had grasped all the guilt The tears staining the pages of her favorite book mixed with the urge to blame it all on herself I'm sure nobody could tel...

Hey everyone! I hope you all are doing okay. Welcome to another thrilling literary review of a classic novel that you've probably read a million times already. But, just in case you haven't, let me introduce you to Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. You know, the one where a mad scientist creates a monster and then regrets it? Sounds exciting, right? But wait! Before you click away, did you know that Mary Shelley wrote this masterpiece at the ripe age of 19? Talk about overachieving. And let's not forget the fact that it was first published anonymously, leading people to believe her husband, Percy Bysshe Shelley, wrote it. And let's not forget the famous quote "I beheld the wretch—the miserable monster whom I had created" which is basically the protagonist's way of saying "oops." So, grab your coffee and get ready for a journey through the literary review of Frankenstein , where we will explore the themes, characters, symbolism, and much more that ma...