Earlier this summer Ed and I saw the Lookingglass Theater Production of Mary Shelly's Frankenstein.
We enjoyed it so much that we both read the book again. Surprisingly, it was interesting and not too archaic. Yes, Mary Shelly blabs on a bit about things we would consider inconsequential to the plot. But this book is 150 years old. If you pick up novels by Trollope, written 50 years later, they clip along. Ed and I gave each other permission to skim through the repetitious parts. Actually, because the play must be radically simplified, the sequencing of the book and the manner in which the story was told were more sensible than the play. Well done, Lookingglass Theater, and well done 18 year old Mary Shelly.