Wild Friday: Frankenstein

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 dull yellow eye of the creature open.” Isn’t it time to re-read the original? Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus continues to terrify.   Read the rest here.