I'm reading this at the moment. It's very very good, although the flowery language does distract and confuse me somewhat. I tend to forget what i've read, or wonder if I am misinterpreting things. Perhaps this is the point though right, what with humbert being such a trickster? I havn't quite finished it yet but in parts it's confusing and I find myself having to refer back quite alot.
I don't find myself feeling anything other than indifference to any of the characters, in that I find all of them fairly repugnant as they are written and I seem to be lacking the sympathy that others have decribed. I'm not finding H.H's recollections very convincing, the guy is clerly a crafty dellusional andwhen he talks about lolita being "moody" or however I just end up thinking "oh really? I wonder why?
Again, kind of the point I guess but I havn't finishhed it yet.