I had heard great things about this book, and came in with high expectations. It is outstanding that the book greatly surpassed everything I conceived it, and more. Hell, I even enjoy reading everyone's parody reviews more than some of the other books I read.

Only Nabokov could combine a postmodern critique of literary analysis and identity, with unhinged hilarity, and with a conspiracy-fueled enigma. Those three things don't seem to combine in general, but in Pale Fire, they are masterfully stewed together. It's no wonder I read it in less than a week, I could not put it down!