Frankenstein, or The Modern Prometheus by Mary Shelley
When I was ten years old, my knowledge of the world was meager. I'd never been on an airplane, never been out of my home state, never seen snow falling from the sky or been up in the mountains. But I took great pride in my expertise on at least one subject…Frankenstein.
If you had taken a peek in my bedroom, you would have found copies of some of my favo…
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