Evangeline, A Tale Of Acadie, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley
Went back in time once again for a classic. I’ll admit, I never watched any of the old Universal monster movies. Never got into Frankenstein, werewolves (except Underworld), vampires, etc. What I didn’t realize was just how good this book was. I knew not how articulate the monster became, the chase and chaser, etc. The running joke among the “well, actually” crows is “well, actually, Frankenstein was the scientist.” To which, I can now say , “well actually, wasn’t Frankenstein the true monster?” And then sip some fancy port or something which I would assume I have in my hand when this conversation happens. That Mary Shelley wrote this at 19 is remarkable. I’m 43 and just now perfecting the junior high volleyball gamer. I went in expecting horror pulp and got a damn moral ambiguity masterpiece paired with a slow chase.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow–Evangeline, A Tale Of Acadie
This was the second Longfellow epic poem I have read in the past year, following The Song of Hiawatha. I enjoyed Evangeline much more. I almost took it out of the list after Hiawatha, as I was only “meh” (technical term) on that one. I’m glad I didn’t. Evangeline is a tale of a woe and perseverance following a love-stricken Acadian maiden, written in 1847. I’m a fan of Homer’s work, and it was been said Longfellow was reading Homer as he wrote this. The takeaway I believe is suppose to be to keep hope alive. I’m more of a she wasted an opportunity at life guy though.
Shooting for 22 books in 2022.
I Am Weez 