I finished the print version of Lolita by Vladamir Nabokov. Still creepy. Even creepier are the blurbs on this edition of the book proclaiming it 'the only true love story of the decade' and such-like. If that's what love is, I'm just as glad to have it pass me by. Or did they all just miss the parts about her crying herself to sleep every night when she thought HH was asleep?
ETA: I made a mistake, the quote is actually "The only convincing love story of our century." The only attribution is Vanity Fair; I presume a review in the magazine rather than someone whose parents have a bizarre sense of appropriate names.