A quick read: an essay in five parts bulked out with full page illustrations, but none the worse for that. Little, I think, that I haven't read before, other than the chapter on Shelley's manuscripts of Frankenstein, which was interesting if (as I've indicted) brief.
I'm struck, as I have been when previously reading of Shelley's life, by the multiple tragedies she endured, from the coldness of, and what must have felt like the rejection by, ...