Let me talk to you about Frankenstein

I was re-reading some of my old posts and was reminded that I was supposed to tell a Frankenstein story. Now this isn't about a scary monster named Frankenstein, but a scary monster looking for books about Frankenstein. A long time ago in a place far far away (Barnes & Noble Brier Creek), I was working at the information desk. A mom came up with her 2 sons, one about 14 and one about 8. She said "well this little guy would like some books about Frankenstein, and the other one is looking for some Graphic Novels." Since we were closest to the Graphic Novels (adult comic books for those of you who don't know), I took them there first. Well, as we were walking the little boy began circling me and shrieking "Frankenstein! Frankenstein! Frankenstein! (repeatedly)" I looked at the mother, assuming that she would tell her deranged son that the nice lady would get the Frankenstein books soon. This did not happen. In fact, the mother and the brother both acted as if he was walking calmly and quietly. So, since the customer is always right (maybe I was imagining this?), I picked out the Graphic Novels for the older kid and asked him if that was what he wanted. As I did this, the little boy decided to stop circling me (for the time being) and walk up and down the aisle yelling, "Frankenstein! Frankenstein! Frankenstein!" What a thrill. And still no comment from mom or big brother.

Well, once I got the older brother squared away, I said, "now we can look for those Frankenstein books." I walked across the store towards the children's section, and he decided to circle me again. I think you are starting to get the idea, but just in case, he said, "Frankenstein! Frankenstein! Frankenstein!" Fortunately, I knew right where to find the kids' version of Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein," so I handed it to him. He seemed to be pleased with this, since he smiled as he said "Frankenstein! Frankenstein!" Unfortunatley, his mom wasn't as happy, since the "angel" apparently already had this book and didn't know it. So, back to the drawing board. I went to the computer to search for children's books about Frankenstein. Not surprisingly, there are only a few titles. I heard the boy coming closer to me, so I quickly grabbed the 2 other Frankenstein titles that we had. Again, he seemed pleased, but then the mom said "This isn't what he wants. Don't you have any books with the Frankenstein from the old movies?" I looked at her dumbfounded - Scooby Doo meets Frankenstein was a children's book, but those old Frankenstein movies aren't exactly what I would call material for children. I told her that we didn't have anything like that in the children's department. No one seemed disappointed, and the little boy walked out of the store with his mom, still yelling "Frankenstein! Frankenstein! Frankenstein!" Fortunately, they never came back while I worked there, or I probably would have had to hide.