Classic literature can be deeply engrossing or mind numbingly droll. Sometimes it can be both of these things simultaneously, though the first does not become apparent until after you have finished the novel. Classics have a way of driving you insane with boredom whilst you are reading them and then the moment you finish the book with a hearty sigh, it hits you. Like a fist to the face, you are momentarily shocked before scrambling for said novel, opening it up to once again devour all of its classic goodness. Lolita is one of those novels.
To make light of a heavy book, Lolita is basically the story of a creepy, manipulative, unreliable protagonist who becomes super obsessed with his wife's 12 year old daughter. Vladimir Nabokov uses dark humour and dry wit to navigate what is essentially the biggest taboo in modern society. The writing style is remarkable and beautifully executed. Despite this and despite it's notable place in the American classic contingent, Lolita is not for the feint of heart. Tread wearily through this novel and let yourself be swept up by the manipulative protagonist. But after you finish that final page and close the book, the ball really drops. It will leave you reeling.
Oh, and if you aren't a fan of reading (for shame strange human, for shame!) the movie is a wonderful piece of cinema. Beautifully shot, classic, and very true to the time period. Not to mention those braids and adorable off-the-shoulder tops... I would strongly recommend it.