On the advice of author Erica Jong I recently picked up Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. So far it’s nothing like I expected. I’ve been pleasantly surprised at every page turn by the fluidity of the writing and the emotions she evokes so simply and vividly, I (foolishly) hadn’t anticipated the writing to carry through so plainly from a book published in 1818, and one with such gruesome themes.
At the very start there is a beautiful observation of friendship.
‘We are unfashioned creatures,but half made up, if one wiser, better, dearer than ourselves- such a friend ought to be- do not lend his aid to perfectionate our weak and faulty natures’
– Mary Shelley in Frankenstein (Penguin Books p21)
Shelley is not referring to a romantic love, but to the individuals whose very presence in our lives make us better more complete versions of ourselves, to a type of love we so rarely reflect upon or give credit to, to friendship. So here I raise a metaphorical/cyber glass to two wondrous ladies who play such roles in my life and invite you to share such a thought with your own magical counterparts. To Manon and Emily, how incomplete I would be without you.