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. EVERYWHERE I SEE BLISS, FROM WHICH I ALONE AM IRREVOCABLY EXCLUDED. I WAS BENEVOLENT AND GOOD; MISERY MADE ME A FIEND. MAKE ME HAPPY, AND I SHALL AGAIN BE VIRTUOUS. People often ask me, "what do you have tattooed on your arm?" My response is always the same— "It's a passage from my favorite book, Mary Shelly's Frankenstein." How can a book impact someone so much that they would want to permanently have the words inked into their skin? I'd like to share why. But, its very personal. And sad. And dark. But sometimes, dark things are beautiful. They connect us. Remind us why light and love are precious. I immediately felt a connection with the creature in Frankenstein. I'm not going to recap the book. But, if you haven't read it, you should. It's beautiful, utterly beautiful, in the saddes
Author of The Glass Star Trilogy