A review by normal_cowgirl
Pnin by Vladimir Nabokov

4.0

“The mosquitoes were getting bothersome. Time for tea. Time for a game of chess with Chateau. That strange spasm was over, one could breathe again.”

“I am not handsome, I am not interesting, I am not talented. I am not even rich. But, Lise, I offer you everything I have, to the last blood corpuscular, to the last tear, everything… I may not achieve happiness, but I know I shall do everything to make you happy. I want you to write poems.”

Perhaps the most sympathetic protagonist of all time… Oh, Timofey, I care you. (Also— Nabokov is funny??)