At the opening screen (or prologue if you prefer the more conventional way of viewing things) of Patchwork Girl, one is confronted with a black and white full frontal image of a woman. It is a title page, but nevertheless, it is a mess of connections. For one, there are several authors listed – Mary / Shelley, Jackson. This is obviously a pun between Shelley’s name and Jackson’s own while simultaneously pointing to their similarities as author and creator. The sense of clueless-ness and randomness is carried throughout the text beginning with the six main paths out of this literary crossroad – ‘a graveyard’, ‘a journal’, ‘a quilt’, ‘a story’, ‘broken accents’ and a list of sources. All of these entrances require the reader to pass through the 175-year-old monster’s body in various states of dislocation and at the end of the day, the onus is on the reader again to sew the bits together and see Jackson’s work as a whole.