Told in first person by Mathilda, a woman perhaps on her deathbed, this very short tale is possibly biographical for Mary Shelley. Mathilda's mother dies around childbirth, and her father's grief is too much so he fleas. She is raised by her aunt until she is 16 and she lives with her father. Sexual desire is inferred from the father's end, but Mathilda still wants to be with her father. Soon after, her father kills himself and Mathilda shuts herself up. She then befriends a poet who is mourning the loss of his significant other to take his place in a way. Then she just waits to die so she can be with her father in the end. Yuck. However, it was written pretty well, and I loved Frankenstein. A quick read for sure.