We're going to the beach this weekend, and it makes me think of a story (that I think I've told here before).
I was working at Barnes and Noble, where we had a beach reads table. For some reason, Lolita was on it. I like Lolita as much as the next guy with a classics blog, but I don't think I'd call it a beach read.
One of the cashiers was mad about it, but then I reminded him of the time Indiana Jones (his hero) fucked a vaguely underaged Marion.
Indy is the real Humbert Humbert.
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