Frankenstein

First of all, allow me to express the vast amount of adoration I have for this piece of art. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, I am a fan. Even it takes some three decades to finally be able to properly digest this gem of literature, I am thankful — nevertheless. 

Those beautifully vivid setting up, melancholic sway of story telling and then my own fatal blow was the moment where the creation met the creator. 

"Remember, that I am thy creature; I ought to be thy Adam; but I am rather the fallen angel whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed" - Frankenstein's Monster

Never I encountered anything describing despair of losing a loved one or the complexities of humane emotion as beautiful as this one. 

“Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions, seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures.”

To think that this one was written by a woman, in 1818 ands still it lives — thriving and breathed upon till this day. 

Spectacular.