Because it's me and I can't not write a pro-life blog post.

"I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed." (The Creature, pg. 69)

I don't really care for this book. I don't enjoy reading about the sufferings of mankind. However, I think that this story sheds some light on a very true topic: pushing science too far. Frankenstein was consumed with this obsession to create life, and when he did, he was disgusted. It reminds me a lot of in vitro. People push themselves to extremes to create life, and by doing so, they degrade it. Life isn't something to mixed in a test tube or stitched together in a dorm room. Life is precious and it's not for humans to try and create without involving God. AKA: sex. The creature feels unwanted because he was not created in the perfect format: a family. Mary Shelley had some good foresight.