Nabokov completely took me off guard with language, writing from the pov of the offender, thus rendering him as sympathetic, developmentally arrested at a tender age, during which time he fell in love for the first and only time in his life, save for Lolita. Lolita is indeed one the best depictions of the unreliable narrator I think I've ever read, and truly tragic.

I am curious regarding Lolita's life as an adult, a sequel written in her pov.