Beginning to read this book, I was reminded of Their Eyes Were Watching God, by Zora Neal Hurstson. Hurston's book is written with the dialogue in dialect, so that I had to read aloud to find the rhythm and poetry of the words. Shellley is not writing in dialect per se, but she is writing in early 19th Century vernacular, and I also read it aloud to find the rhythm of the word.
The complete title is left off, it should read as "Frankenstein, or The Modern Prometheus". This is not a Saturday matinee from a by-gone era--it is a profound examination of the moral responsbilities of science, science seen a plausible in the future at the time it was written.