SynopsisMikael Blomkvist, a once-respected financial journalist, watches his professional life rapidly crumble around him. Prospects appear bleak until an unexpected (and unsettling) offer to resurrect his name is extended by an old-school titan of Swedish industry. The catch - and there's always a catch - is that Blomkvist must first spend a year researching a mysterious disappearance that has remained unsolved for nearly four decades. With few other options, he accepts and enlists the help of investigator Lisbeth Salander, a misunderstood genius with a cache of authority issues. Little is as it seems in Larsson's novel, but there is at least one constant: you really don't want to mess with the girl with the dragon tattoo.
My rating: 1 of 5 stars
Originally I had wanted to read this of my own free will, then I was forced to read it, thanks to my English course. Worst. book. ever. Seriously, this may just not be my genre or something, but how can anyone give this book over three stars?
For one thing, the plot was just wayyy too long. A good 300 pages could have been ripped out and this book would have turned out fine. But, nope, it was dragged. Not to mention, that this novel went down several tangents that had no point to the central plot.
As far as characterization, it was decent. Lisbeth Salander is growing into an icon for women now. Her "can't fuck with me" attitude will soon be smudged on the face of women worldwide. Blomkvist was just boring. There was nothing special or quirky about him, except he oddly was able to sleep around with notable characters. Henrik, though, I loved! Just a sweet old man in a way screwed up family. Reminded me of my own grandfather. Anyway, Henrik is the only reason this book has a star.
If I wasn't forced to read this novel, I really would not have finished it. Terrible!
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