Intellectual insanity for bookies - compulsive writing that’ll make you a reluctant reader.
The name screams controversy and is stained by the pages of Urban Dictionary and pop culture misrepresentations. Everyone knows the name. Everyone thinks they know the meaning.
The world isn’t black and white. The world is complicated.
That’s what makes this book a difficult read, no matter what your stand is. If you‘re outraged and think there’s only one stand to take, I don’t really care, I say read the book.
How words are used here will leave you breathless. The level of detail when the writer zooms in on the simplest of the simplest things will make you dizzy with appreciation and you’ll want more, yet at the same time you’ll have to force yourself to continue reading. I’ve never experienced such word density as in this book. What a masterful way to tell a story!
When you get to the point when your allegiance changes (or it’s about to), before you’re even able to evaluate it and become aware of it, the book’s over. And if you don’t have friends to turn to and talk about it while it’s fresh in your head, I pity you. This is one read that you will appreciate for what it really is only after verbalizing all the silent impressions imprinted on you from the very moment your eyes glance:
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. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
