In the effort of sticking with my new year’s resolution, I am here again – blogging as I said I would and updating you on the things I have been reading, watching, and doing…just like I said I would.
Imagine that. Following through on something….weird.
Any who, I’m about 80 pages into Frankenstein. I must admit, I thought I would be voraciously devouring each word, yet, I’m struggling. I still find myself yearning to read about my coffee shop mysteries as Dr. Frankenstein cries himself to sleep in his room because of the disaster he has wrought.
That’s definitely the best way to deal with a problem you created. Pretend it doesn’t exist until it “goes away.”
That’s not really why I’m having such trouble digging into the novel. I think it’s more about pacing. The language is so descriptive and flowery. I wasn’t expecting the first 40 pages of the novel to be about a man on a ship who picks up Dr. Frankenstein. And maybe therein lies the root of it. Expectation. I have been inundated with the Frankenstein monsters and Young Frankensteins of the silver screen. Is there even really a bride of Frankenstein? Because if so, it will have a whole different meaning now.
I’m not saying that I dislike Frankenstein. I’m just having trouble becoming immersed in it and lacking that craving to want to be constantly reading it at all times.
I miss that feeling. I haven’t felt it in a while. The not-being-able-to-put-this-book-down-ever feeling. I haven’t yet found it in between the cover of Frankenstein, but I still have 120 pages to go.
On another note, I only have one more grad school application left and I have begun training for another marathon. Not sure as to where or when, but the main point is that I have started.
And sometimes, just like with Frankenstein, those first few pages or steps are the hardest part.
(Sorry for the short post, but I just finished up a 10-hour kitchen shift, and my mind is feeling like a bowl of soggy cereal. The soggiest of cereals. I hate soggy cereal.)
