So Lolita might be the most epic book ever written, maybe I'm biased because I've written about 4 essays on it.
There's just something about Nabokov
and the way he writes, just like a fairy tale
that gets me every time
What can I say
I have Humbert's venereal appetite
for beautiful imagery
and Lolita's young fervor for
and soda pop.
I wish my cover of Lolita looked like this,
I bet she's eating strawberry icecream.
I bet the only thing I can think about is literature because of my perpetual relationship with the library.
I'm going to escape
these rows of dusty books in a week
and after a long train ride,
past the dreary Hudson Valley
I'll be back home in the city.