Ahh, the final book in the Millenium trilogy. The book not intended to be the final book in any trilogy, just the third book of many. Then Stieg Larsson had to go and have a heart attack. I was terribly worried, beginning this book, that it wouldn't have a satisfying ending (it did) because it wasn't intended as the end. But, the ending notwithstanding, there was no way I could not read this book. The first two sucked me in even though I resisted. I love Scandinavian mysteries/thrillers, but I resisted the first book because everybody was reading it. Then I caved, and I'm so glad I did.
Larsson's books are heavily populated with strong, ass-kicking women: Lisbeth, Erika, Annika, Monica. Even though Lisbeth Salander is in the hospital for much of the book, she and Blomkvist still make a remarkable team, despite Salander's objections to the pairing.
I don't have much to say about this book except that it is fascinating reading, a well-written summer book, perfect for a long trip or the beach or the pool or just curled up on the couch. I'm quite perturbed the author is dead.
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