I’m going to start off by saying that I really did like this book. I’m a fan of Robert Louis Stevenson and really enjoy his writing style.
However, this was definitely not my favourite of his. I enjoyed reading the story about how this book came to be far more than the actual story. (He dreamt it and then spent days with pen to paper, then scrapped the entire thing and started again.)
We all know the premise of this book is that this man is two-sided, two-faced, one the kind and respectable Dr. Jekyll, the other the more sinister murderous Mr. Hyde. I really thought this book would keep my interest peaked longer than it did.
Guaranteed it was scary for the time, but it didn’t hold up to my warped brain and took awhile to get into.
I was pleased where it went and glad that I read it, but it didn’t really leave as big a mark as I thought it would.