Sometimes you just have to let it be

The Annotated Lolita

Ok, people, it’s time to talk about Lolita. Never in my life have I been so wrong about a book. The first time I read Lolita, I didn’t think very much of it, it was nothing to write home about. It was only because of the intense, incessant urging of a highly esteemed friend - and lifetime Nabokov devotee - that I was talked into trying again. It was a pinnacle reading experience. And I read a lot. I expected to slog through, to be let down. On the contrary, I was struck dumb by the writing; moved by the complex, precise, and accurate emotional depictions; bowled over by the brilliant humor, biting irony, and dry descriptions. Lolita is, indeed, a masterpiece.