Just finished a friend's book of poetry about this guy. Good stuff- though not published yet. Sort of a poetic exploration of the creature, Mary Shelly, her sister, the characters in the book. Makes me want to go back and reread the book. I also have Mary Shelly's letters, which I've never read. If I don't give them to the lady that wrote these poems, maybe I read them finally.
I had the one of the Mummy when I was kid. Don't think its changed in forty years. Glued it together myself and painted it. Wonder what happened to it. Probably in a landfill somewhere. There was a kid whose father helped him build one of those transparent men things.
Always wanted an old man like that.
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