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Frankenstein: The 1818 Text

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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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