To understand my feelings on Frankenslime by Joy Keller you must understand a personality quirk: I can “taste” the words. Not physically of course, but I like to chew on them in my mind. And they started out dry. Very dry. Where was this obviously Frankenstein (and later you will see The Blob references) spoof going? When the dog named Igor is the best thing, you hope it picks up. When I realized that the ending was going to be an almost pee-your-pants funny, I […]