As expected, Nabokov has a beautiful twisting and turning way with words. He leads you down wonderful avenues of metaphors and similes, and sentences that you need to read a few times before you understand and sigh in contentedness ‘ah’. Stepping back, it’s shocking how the material really isn’t that interesting: a lot of it being descriptions of his family, their ties, their family and so on. Yet somehow Nabokov makes it fascinating. A wonderful read.