A better title for this book might have been The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest Then Stomped On It Then Set It On Fire Then Ran Over It With A Truck.
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Fortunately for us and our tired little attention spans, Lisbeth Salander doesn’t have the time or the patience to wait very long to wreak her retaliation and get even. And that’s what make these books so much fun to read.
In this, the third and final book of the series, waif-like heroine Lisbeth is forced to once again team up with journalist Mikael Blomkvist to haul her ashes out of the fire and punish the people who have wronged her in the past and now want to put her away for the rest of her life.
Think elfin avenging angel. Think little babe kicking the shit out of everybody.
Vengeance is fun. And curiously satisfying.
There’s a bunch of political stuff in the book that probably only Swedish people know about or care about but it doesn’t detract from the retribution any so you just wade through it.
I don’t know how Stieg Larsson managed to hit three home runs on his first three at bats, but he did and it’s too bad he didn’t live long enough to see the ball sail over the fence.
It sucks that he isn’t around to see the success of his Lisbeth Salander series and it sucks even more that these three books are all there’ll ever be.
They’re fun. Read ’em.
Quick sidenote- if you’re reading the series get the swedish version of the The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. It’s great, even with the subtitles. Our local movie critic panned it but he’s old and bald and probably didn’t even read the book.
Next up on things I’ll bore you with? Maybe a crappy review of The Time Travelers Wife?
It could happen.