Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta
— Yes, I’ve taken it up again and reading it from the beginning. This time, I’ll read it through to the end. I think I’ve aged enough for this. And hopefully I finish it in time for its owner’s Grand Opening of his newly renovated book shop on December that I am attending so I can finally return it. I’ve unashamedly kept the book with me for I don’t know how many years since it was lent to me. It’s time for it to go back.