This was actually an airport buy, a very impromptu one, so yes I might have judged the book by its cover - sue me.

But I know that I’m also very much interested in OG monsters like Mr Dracula and Frankenstein so I was tempted to buy it.

First of all, I should have understood that this should be a boring read since the name of the book sounds like an unimaginative documentary. But it started unexpectedly moody and gripping and maybe because of my jet lag I had the urge to wake up earlier to read more before I start my day.

But the language, the narration was so dull and repetitive, after some time I lost all my interest and it started to feel like as it was a feature length film which should have been a short film instead.

Although I really appreciated the atmosphere building of the writer, rarely anything happens throughout the book and we are lost between two timelines which we cannot fully get into.

Sad to say that I literally suffered to finish the book so that Mary Shelley would relieve me of my pain.