Frankenstein Plus

My junior year, I took a course in Gothic Literature. I was trying to save money on books and discovered that many of the novels we were reading were available in Butler – and nobody else seemed to have figured that out. I borrowed, rather than bought, most of my books for the class, and for Frankenstein I ended up with an annotated, illustrated edition from 1977.

I impressed my fellow students (and maybe even the professor) with interesting factoids about Mary Shelley and her time. After a day or two I confessed my source, showing everybody the big, thick, hardbound book I was lugging around. Soon the whole class – maybe 60 students – was turning to me for confirmation of guesses about origins and contexts.

Now I’m a rare books librarian – always trying to get back that feeling of holding a special book in my hands and sharing its contents.