Okay. I feel as though this novel has taught me to try and remember to separate the author from the protagonist - though it has proved difficult, Nabokov's notes at the end helping in doing so.

The first 20 or so pages of the novel was very difficult to read, I was very close to stopping and throwing it away because it is absolutely vile the way a grown man (Humbert, remember) talks of literal children. However, once it got going, I must say the prose was quite absorbing. Because it is written as his thoughts, you find yourself reading at a pace similar to how the thoughts come into his head; quick and a little manic. That being said, he sometimes (quite often) rambled about random, boring things so that, at times, the plot got a little stale and uninteresting. 

Overall, I am glad I read it, with it being a classic and all. Though part of me can't believe this was ever allowed to be published, I think it’s important to remember that a great novel can also be one that is horrible and morally wrong and deals with difficult themes, because evoking negative emotions is just as successful as evoking positive emotions.