Nabokov didn't try to portray a young female mind. It was only Humbert's delusions about what Lo was really thinking that we're privy to. And my statement about tragedy is good old Aristotle.
Again,
I'm not Aristotle. I'm just me, and I know what I like.
And I won't fake liking something because I'm told it's great, or important, or brilliant when I find it a miserable bore hun ;)