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Frankenstein: ; Or, The Modern Prometheus

Mary Shelley's Frankenstein is a seminal work of Gothic fiction that delves into the consequences of scientific ambition and the moral implications of creating life. more

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Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley was an English novelist best known for her famous work, 'Frankenstein'. Born on August 30, 1797, and passing away on February 1, 1851, she was an early female writer whose works explored themes such as women's rights, social inequalities, and scientific ethics. more

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