Frankenstein thus far...

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley has, so far, been an amazing book. The true romanticism movement style writing is something we don't cover often in english classes, so it is refreshing to read a novel from that period of literature. And again with romanticism, the way Mary Shelley basically skips over the techinical parts of Victor Frankenstein's life, but goes into such depth concerning his emotions and feelings is a writing techinique that i adore, and use in my own writing.
"The summer months passed while i was thus engaged, heart and soul, in one persuit. It was the most beautiful season; never did the fields bestow a more plentiful harvest or the vines yeild a more luxuriant vintage, but my eyes were insensible to the charms of nature" (Shelly 41). This quote clearly shows the devotion, the obsession even, of Victor Frankenstein. I understand the length and depth of this yearn for completion, and i can sympathize. And i applaud Mary Shelly yet again for going into such passion with emotions. I did not know exactly how Frankenstein created his creature, but I know exactly how he felt as he was doing it, and after.