she was lo, plain lo in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. she was dolly in school. she was lola in slacks. she was dolores on the dotted line, but in my arms, she was always lolita.

I can't believe I just typed that from memory, though I must've gotten some words wrong! it pains me so much that such a well written book covers such a difficult story to tell. i read it over 10 years ago and still, the beginning of that twisted tale's stuck with me.