I love the Victorian Age

I think that there should be a movie made out of the Goblin's market. There probably has been. Rosetti really brought that scene to life for me. I felt like the poem included all that I love in one convenient piece: love, a curse, goblins, miracles etc. I have to remember that having Lizzie as the heroine, with no make counterpart in sight, would have been pretty modern during Rosetti's time.

My group finally has a topic for our website:Frankenstein. I am a little worried that some members of our group have not responded on the wall, but I'm sure we will get everything done in time. It's hard having a group project and not being able to see and know the people that you are working with. Right now I am trying to get everyone together so that we can be on the same page..haha.. for the project.

I think that I will do my next paper on this poem.

Another day another Era

I think I will enjoy the Victorian Age of literature. There is so much intrigue and political strife and revolts during the historical time, the literature has to be good. I read a post today that really made me think a little different about this era. Someone made the comment that because of all the problems and changes that the world was going through during this time, they clung to Romance, as something consistent and familiar. I'm not sure if she was correct, but reading Elizabeth Brownings poetry seems to be a bit of an indicator of truth.

I am sort of sad to be through reading Frankenstein. I think that I will do my personal wedb page over the book and perhaps Mary Shelly and her background as well.

FRANKENSTEIN

Reading this book has changed my image of the creature. No longer is he the green giant with plugs coming out of the side of his head. He is human in a terrible way.
I think that the scariest thing about this novel is the deterioration of Victor's mind. Because Shelly puts the reader in the same brain with this man, it's frightening to see what he sees.

I feel like the real monster in this novel is Victor himself.

yay

I love the feeling of understanding a poem. I felt that when I was rereading Shelley's "Hymn to Intellectual Beauty," I really connected with the author. By the end of the poem I was sad for this talented and tortured man. I read the poem to my roommate expecting the same rush of feeling but she just turned and looked at me, "that's a nice poem," was all she said. I think that every so often you come across a piece of art that really moves you. This poem was mine.