Frankenstein

 

 

 

 

 

I lit a candle.
Then I set to work.

 

Many hours passed. The candle burned low. It was midnight. The time, they say, when strange things happen. And so they did. From the world of darkness, I now brought forth life! How I did it I shall not tell. I shall NEVER tell! It is enough to say that the creature moved. Its eyelids opened. And the Thing stared at me.

 

Text copyright © 1982 by Larry Weinberg. Illustrations copyright © 1982 by Ken Barr. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. Published in the United States by Random House Children’s Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto.

 

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Weinberg, Larry.
Frankenstein / by Mary Shelley ; adapted by Larry Weinberg; text illustrations by Ken Barr.
    p.   cm.
“A Stepping Stone book.”
SUMMARY: A monster assembled by a scientist from parts of dead bodies develops a mind of his own as he learns to loathe himself and hate his creator.
eISBN: 978-0-307-78182-6
[1. Monsters—Fiction. 2. Scientists—Fiction. 3. Horror stories.] I. Barr, Ken, ill. II. Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft, 1797–1851. Frankenstein. III. Title.
PZ7.W4362Fr 2005   [Fic]—dc22   2004017558

 

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To Heather and Michael and Lara and Jane

 

Contents

 

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Frankenstein

 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

About the Author

 

FRANKENSTEIN

 

My name is Victor Frankenstein. I am the one who made the Monster. I am to blame for everything. For all those he has killed. For those who have gone to bed in fear. For his being alive still to this very day.

Yes, I am to blame for what has become of the Monster, too. For all his sadness. And for his hatred of me.

I am sick now and about to die.