(Shelley, Mary)Victor's description of his creation does not resemble giving life, but instead illustrates what death looks like. With thin yellow skin and grayish-white eye sockets, you might think he was looking at a corpse rather than a creature that had just been granted life. This is comparable to Mary Shelley's life because she also tried to create life. “Mary Shelley herself experienced the horrors of a stillborn child before completing the novel” (Mary Shelley). She writes how the loss of her son is haunting her. It begins with: Mary's diary entry from 19 March 1815, which of course recounts the trauma of her loss, when she was 17, of her first child, the little girl who did not live long enough to be given a name. 'I dream that my baby came to life again, comma apostrophe Mary Road, apostrophe that it had only been cold and that we rubbed it by the fire and it lived awake and found no baby. I think about that little thing all day. Not in a good mood. (Moers,