Blogging through June with #bookaday, and today is…
23. Made to read at school
I’m sure it seemed like a good idea on paper, to teach a bunch of teenagers Frankenstein, and if I had the chance, I’d gladly go be a pupil for this again, but all I remember of it was its maddeningly dull prose that failed to live up to its lurid cover. Our teacher did his best to engage is in discussions about playing god, and what have you, but to no avail. The only thing I can remember was a brief segment of the film, in which Frankenstein collects birth fluid for his creation… and in fact, as I type, I’m remember that this didn’t even happen in an English lesson – that was R.E.
Also in the running: Great Expectations (we all hated the film, and were taken aback to discover we enjoyed the black and white film), Beowulf, Romeo and Juliet (which I also despised at the time, but have since come to love.)