Sometimes my passion for literature, and the correct citing of it, can be a downright curse. For example, there’s this really great song, which I would absolutely love, were it not for the fact that it incorrectly calls Frankenstein’s monster by the name Frankenstein. Many people get this confused, so may I just say, once for all, that the monster has no name! Frankenstein is the name of the scientist who made the monster. So when the pretty song goes into the chorus: “I feel like I’m some kind of Frankenstein/waiting for a spark to bring me back to life” I cringe every time, and mentally add ” ‘s monster” which completely ruins the flow of the song, but renders it a more accurate reference to the book.
Just a little peek inside my mind. Aren’t you glad you don’t live there? Happy Friday!