Literature

Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.

It was an assigned reading in 11th grade. When I finally finished it, I remember feeling like my skin was crawling, and my thoughts were a jumbled mess - I was questioning everything, how I viewed others and how they viewed me, was it right or wrong, how would I have behaved in those situations...

I remember l just staring out my bedroom window into the pitch black night for an hour just digesting it all. I also remember sleeping with the lights on because I was a little creeped out.

Being an impressionable teen probably helped, but that book left a profound impact on my way of thinking about how I interact with the world and the people in it.

It was also my gateway book to classic literature and how good it can actually be!