Lolita is a book about a pedophile. That’s not sexy. Let’s not misunderstand. But it’s gorgeously written and there’s an undeniable sexiness about listening to someone — watching someone’s mouth — as they read something like that. 909 more words
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I grew up, and the beauty of succulent illusions fell away from me. The fibre of my mind coarsened and my eyes grew miserably keen. Life rose around my island like a sea, and presently I was swimming.