The Dream by Mary Shelley (1832): A Review

I usually avoid stories heavily focused on romance—especially those that make you want to roll your eyes so hard they might get stuck. Imagine this: our damsel in distress falls head over heels for the very villain who destroyed her family. And here's the plot twist: he's not exactly bringing roses and chocolates to the family dinner table! Despite her attempts to join a convent and forget all worldly concerns, she finds herself making excuses to get closer to her family's arch-nemesis.

To add to the absurdity, she consults a saint for advice—yes, a saint! Because when you're developing feelings for the guy who brought ruin to your family, what better decision-making tool could you find than divine approval? Spoiler alert: the saint gives her the green light, and suddenly, love conquers all—guilt, shame, and a dash of questionable morality are all forgotten!

This isn't quite my style, but if you enjoy the idea of mixing love and tragedy like it's a cocktail gone wrong—though not quite as tragic as Romeo and Juliet—then this might be your cup of spooky romance!