As a half-century reader and lover of Nabokov's writings, I purchased this title (in ebook form) when I first heard about it in a Seattle Times review. While I find the biographical information about its author quite intriguing, and wish her well, I fail to see the bases for all the gushing reviews. The book is quite skimpy (and I don't mean pages but substantive content). To me it is fey (in its "affected" sense) to the extreme. If it would serve to bring more readers to the joys and wonders of Nabokov (possibly one of its intentions) I believe it quite fails. In fact, on that basis, I think it is a real turn-off. I have trouble believing that Nabokov himself would have approved -- although he might have appreciated meeting and conversing with its author, as his son obviously did, and as I likely would myself (although I don't see her jumping at the opportunity!). Yes, I'm an old crank.