I just finished reading Frankenstein today, and--for the record--it's nothing, and I mean NOTHING, like the movie. I shudder to think of the hours spent by Hollywood film makers on twisting the plot of that poor, dear book into the classic movie we enjoy today. I would also like to add that if any of my dearest snarklings reading this on the internet enjoy the realm of classic literature, I highly recommend this book to you.
I am at this moment, simply by typing this journal, slacking on my summer duties. The least of which are the three art projects I have the need completing, only one of which is even begun upon.
So it is with regret that