one of my favorite books, of all time. read maybe 3 or 4 times.
‘It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld my man completed …’
Leaf from Frankenstein manuscript written by Mary Shelley (she was only 18 at the time!). On this day in 1816, she sat with Percy Shelley, Lord Byron and others telling ghost stories around a fire by Lake Geneva. The conversation they had that night would lead to Shelley writing Frankenstein; or, the Modern Prometheus. Great book.
