The Misfortunes of Lolita ❤


"Holding Lolita was like holding a cloud in your arms, because she was soft and cold and unreachable.
She was so unreachable, but here he was, holding her."
-The Misfortunes of Lolita 

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I must admit that I have an account on Wattpad, however, I am a bit picky on what I read. If I see a story that seems interesting to me, I add it to my library and then, eventually, I'll figure out if I want to read it or not.

I am one of those annoying people that needs the writing to be good.
As in, a believable and realistic plot, no misspellings, correct (or mostly correct) grammar, and flow.

About two or three weeks ago, I stumbled across a story, "The Misfortunes of Lolita" and I read the description of the story.
I was so excited, I added it to my library and I wanted to start reading it immediately but the story was not completed yet. I didn't really feel like reading and reading and reading, reaching the last update and then having to wait for the next.
So this last Friday, I felt like reading, so I went on Wattpad and scrolled through my library, and saw that "The Misfortunes of Lolita" had been completed and you better believe that I wasted absolutely  no time in opening it up and reading it.

I was in love.
Completely and utterly in love.

This story is realistic, believable, inspiring, it is beautiful.
The grammar is impeccable, there are no holes in the plot, everything flows and connects and makes sense.

There are shocking moments, moments that you thought you saw coming but ended completely differently than you thought they would.
There is love, and laughter, tears and sadness.
Everything.

I cannot even completely bring myself to explain this book, the love I have for it.
It is one of the few Wattpad stories that I am SO happy to have found.
Lucky to have read.
I will remember this story for as long as I can, it is in my heart.
That may sound cheesy, but it is true. I love books and stories, and when I find one as beautiful as this one, there is no way that I will easily forget it.
It touched my ability to love, my soul, my emotions.
I felt happy when I read a chapter.
I felt sad when I read another.
I was nervous when things grew dark for these characters I grew to love.
And I felt proud when they did something they feared.

If this story does not come off my screen, onto paper, and into my hands as a published work, I will be extremely disappointed.

My love is so great for this story, I might just read it again.

love, J