"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta."
That has to be the best opening paragraph of any novel ever written. I think it even beats Dickens's famous best of times, worst of times opening. Nabokov was a literary master. What an accomplishment to take the story of the forty-year-old pedophile Humbert Humbert who falls in love with the twelve-year-old nymphet Dolores Haze and turn it into a poetic literary masterpiece. It's a contradiction of terms that still astonishes me every time I read it.
Like The Great Gatsby, this is a book I pick up every year. However, I only read the first half over and over. The second half begins to trudge as we follow the ...