This is the story of young Victor Frankenstein, who longed to seek out the answers to life and death. Day and night he worked to create something that the world had never seen. But he did not know that one day his efforts would destroy him and ...
everything he had.
Chris Mould's unique style brings Mary Shelley's classic story dramatically to life. With color illustrations that capture the dark mood of the monster's plight, Mould follows the story from the sweeping icescapes of the Arctic through the birth of the monster and his escape, and on to the tale's tragic end. Children and adults alike will be entranced by this riveting introduction to Frankenstein.
I was really exciting to start this book but I can't say to have enjoyed if not for 30/40 pages at half way. I consider it a well written book, but, in my opinion, too often is given priority to the 'poetry' rather than the actual story. It is a
..." book from another era, obviously; it is not my favourite kind.Continua...Nascondi
Some only knew Frankenstein through novel as others know it through movies but if you'll be reading the original novel by Mary Shelley as I have read it before you;ll be astounded on its story with how Frankenstein evolve gothically and its story
..." line injected with romance. This is a classic you shouldn't missed. Great read.Continua...Nascondi
Ad ogni minimo cambiamento ad odore di scienza succede che qualcuno si allarga ad immaginare un estremo così ...così estremo da far paura.Se sei divina, scrivi queste pagine.Se sei Giovanardi, no.Da sedicenne, dopo aver letto queste pagine mi sono
..."ueste pagine mi sono convinto che se prendevo due antibiotici di fila avrei avuto una brutta malattia. Assurdo vero? Allora non vi parlo di cosa penso di Giovanardi.Continua...Nascondi
'What do you mean? What do you demand of your captain? Are you, then, so easily turned from your design? Did you not call this a glorious expedition? And wherefore was it glorious? Not because the way was smooth and placid as a southern sea, but
... because it was full of dangers and terror, because at every new incident your fortitude was to be called forth and your courage exhibited, because danger and death surrounded it, and these you were to brave and overcome. For this was it a glorious, for this was it an honourable undertaking. You were hereafter to be hailed as the benefactors of your species, your names adored as belonging to brave men who encountered death for honour and the benefit of mankind. And now, behold, with the first imagination of danger, or, if you will, the first mighty and terrific trial of your courage, you shrink away and are content to be handed down as men who had not strength enough to endure cold and peril; and so, poor souls, they were chilly and returned to their warm firesides. Why, that requires not this preparation; ye need not have come thus far and dragged your captain to the shame of a defeat merely to prove yourselves cowards. Oh! Be men, or be more than men. Be steady to your purposes and firm as a rock. This ice is not made of such stuff as your hearts may be; it is mutable and cannot withstand you if you say that it shall not. Do not return to your families with the stigma of disgrace marked on your brows. Return as heroes who have fought and conquered and who know not what it is to turn their backs on the foe.'Continua...Nascondi
'[...] Even where the affections are not strongly moved by any superior excellence, the companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain. They know our infantine dispositions, which,
... however then may be afterwards modified, are never eradicated; and they can judge of our actions with more certain conclusions as to the integrity of our motives. A sister or a brother can never, unless indeed such symptoms have been shown early, suspect the other of fraud or false dealing, when another friend, however strongly he may be attached, may, in spite of himself, be contemplated with suspicion. [...]'Continua...Nascondi
'When younger,' said he, 'I believed myself destined for some great enterprize. My feelings are profound, but I possessed a coolness of judgement that fitted me for illustrious achievements. This sentiment of the worth of my nature supported me when
... others would have been oppressed, for I deemed it criminal to throw away in useless grief those talents that might be useful to my fellow creatures. When I reflected on the work I had completed, no less a one than the creation of a sensitive and rational animal, I could not rank myself with the herd of common projectors. But this thought, which supported me in the commencement of my career, now serves only to plunge me lower in the dust. All my speculations and hopes are as nothing, and like the archangel who aspired to omnipotence, I am chained in an eternal hell. [...]'Continua...Nascondi
'[...] You can blast my other passions, but revenge remains - revenge, henceforth dearer than light or food! I may die, but first you, my tyrant and tormentor, shall curse the sun that gazes on your misery. Beware, for I am fearless and therefore
... powerful. I will watch with the wiliness of a snake, that I may sting with its venom. Man, you shall repent of the injuries you inflict.'Continua...Nascondi
What I ask of you is reasonable and moderate; I demand a creature of another sex, but as hideous as myself; the gratification is small, but it is all that I can receive, and it shall content me. It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the
... world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another. Our lives will not be happy, but they will be harmless and free from the misery I now feel.Continua...Nascondi