When I was in college, I begrudgingly read Lolita because it was required. I, personally, am not a fan of creepy fiction... So when I had nightmares about Lolita, I knew the book did its job. Same feeling as Flowers in the Attic from middle school... And later Little Children.The writing of this book, with the descriptions and teasing playful pop of colorful descriptions, the naïveté of the unreliable narrator (being an innocent 13 years old), and the sinking feeling you MAY know what's going on, but no...no... That's just me being gross.There were several times I had to put the book down and get myself together. I wanted to shake some of the characters. I found myself rereading whole chapters just to make sure that I read what I thought I had.The end of the book, I had chills. I had crazy chills, the ones that let me know that there is this whole world out there that I do not understand. People out there that are odd... And creepy... The sick feeling I have now, like Lolita and the other novels I mentioned: this book... It did its job.Proceed with caution. Excellent book! Great writing, great story, but not for the weak.