To quote another reviewer (on another book) who summed it up so well, and left this undying phrase that I'm so totally stealing,: I dissappoint.
But seriously, it's entirely my fault I dissappoint. I wanted to read more Shelley in hopes of more Frankestein, which now in hindsight, I realise is my naive fault. It is completely acceptable, and expected, of writers to explore more and be more than their most famous master piece. In reality I guess I'm still in search of other novels that are similar to Frankenstein and was hoping Shelley would present me with the answer. There are obvious similarities of course, but these pieces come nowhere near. Their storylines seem either forced or obvious in the sense that you know what's going to happen a mile away. It would be sad even, if these short stories would be repeats of Frankenstein, because it would only prove how bad a writer Shelley is (with no ability for versatility) and not how good a searcher, and finder, of similar stories to Frankenstein I am.
I will keep searching and maybe, just maybe, I'll learn something for once.