After secretively observing the Delacey's and listening as Felix teaches Safie the letters and how to read, the creature acquires enough knowledge to read himself. One evening as he ventures out to procure firewood, he discovers a valise containing books, among which are Plutarch's Lives and Paradise Lost. Taking these back to his hovel, the creature reads the latter and immediately identifies with the lonely Adam, but sometimes he feels that Satan is the "fitter emblem" of his condition.
Then, after having discovered some papers in the pocket of some clothing that he had taken from the laboratory after Victor ran away, the creature returns to these papers now that he can read. Studying them with diligence, the creature reads the descriptions of his "odious and loathsome person." Victor's writing depicts his horror at his creation; reading this, the creature himself is sickened, and he exclaims,
Hateful day when I received life!’ I exclaimed in agony. ‘Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?
It is his solitary condition that most bothers the creature. And, he spends long hours in his despondency after having read the cruel words of Victor Frankenstein.
The monster learned how to read from a family that lived in a cottage close to where he lived. He always made a point to listen in on their conversations, which enabled him to learn their language. The monster discovered books and some elements of clothing in the woods. Armed with the newfound knowledge, the monster began to read the books.
Contents of the books fascinate him, and he also discovered the inner workings of human civilization. The monster also read Victor’s journal, which contained details of his creation. In the journal, Victor is disgusted and horrified by the appearance of his creation. The creature feels dejected. The monster regrets being created in the first place and is deeply disappointed at being abandoned.
God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemblance. Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and abhorred.