Lolita

Now that I have had a blog for two months, I think (and by I I mean Ashley has finally motivated me to do something with an empty blog) it has reached the moment where I should actually post something. This something is relatively dull and means nothing to anyone but me, and I shall thoroughly enjoy writing it :). What I want to write about right now is the last book I finished, Lolita by Vladmir Nabokov. This is not the most pressing thing on my mind, but I would much rather talk about a ldemented pedophile than personal stresses. This book is not at all what I was expecting. I first heard about this book in my AP Composition Class in my junior year of high school. We studied the first lines of the book, which I now recognize as infamous. "Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta..." We were studying it for the literary devices it contains. But it is amazing for other reasons entirely. It contains the whole novel in it. It shows Humbert's passion and lack of remorse yet acknowledgement of guilt. I really like literary beginnings that are memorable. They are as important as the ending, yet they are frequently overlooked. But moving off of the beginning, I was expecting to be thoroughly shocked by this novel and its taboo subject. What turned out to be most shocking was the lack of detail and how that was more obscene than any detail could have been. How Humbert's "love" was portrayed as legitimate was most shocking of all. I loved that the author made the narrator of the story someone the reader despises and wishes they could castrate. Very interesting. On a side note I watched Grown Ups today. It was ok. Not as bad as I was led to believe it would be. The jokes got tiresome. And the kids could not act and were very annoying.