Man. Have a look at this, and then scroll down to Karinf's comment. I read it after I finished ... Dragon Tattoo, and had a bit of a chuckle, but this time it really freaking annoyed me. I have the third part lying around somewhere, and I swear I'll count the cups of coffee this time. Although there's nothing wrong with the story, I will forever remember the Millennium Trilogy for the most annoying amount of unnecessary information EVER. Seriously. You pause and read again and think you might need that particular detail, only you don't. Ever. It sucks.
Anyway. Apart from drinking a lot of coffee, Blomkvist and Salander are back in The Girl Who Played With Fire, and it gets even bigger, scarier and madder this time. Mikael Blomkvist is approached by a freelance writer who promises another big exclusive story for Millennium, this time concerning sex trafficking. While Mikael prepares for the publication, the journalist is murdered, and who else but Lisbeth Salander is the main suspect? It all sounds a bit unlikely, but a captivating story needs to start somewhere. To do him justice, Larsson wraps it all up nicely, hurrying the reader along, scaring the pants off them and finally revealing Lisbeth's muddled past. In that sense it's much more satisfying than the first book, because all we really wanted to know was why she's under guardianship. We do find out, and I don't really know what suspense the third installment can add, but I guess I will in a few day's time. Anyway. Lisbeth disappears, and Mikael tries to clear her name. Not much happens for a while, and then we have the big shoot-out.
It's hard to pin-point what makes these books so addictive, but I guess Larsson's just come up with a really good story. He may not be the greatest writer, but he knows how to make people stay up all night to finish the bloody book. Mission accomplished.
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