Lolita

Ahhh, Lolita. By Nabokov, of course. I am reading a series of essays by Stephen Jay Gould and one essay was about Nabokov. Gould talked up Nabokov's style of writing so much that I just had to grab it off the shelf. I read it in about a day. It wasn't exactly what I expected, but I must admit that is writing style is quite good. I must also admit I had to go get my dictionary of the shelf (for both Gould and Nabokov) but after a while, I just gave up and read through the words I didn't know. Nabokov also has a lot of French in the novel, too. And not the type that is commonly known or easily guessed at. I found that frustrating. As a global person, I got the big picture, and I love his quirky, sarcastic way of saying things, but meaning the opposite. Sorry, no passages to quote; the reader will just have to read on their own and either enjoy it or not. Quite the racy subject matter.