The Girl Who Played with Fire is not an easy book to read. There were parts that made me cringe. Not as much as the first book in the series, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, but enough to make me realize that there are some seriously sick people out there. There is cursing, there is violence, there is brutality. Despite that, I really liked the book … a lot. Amongst all this inhumanity, there are good people. They’re not perfect but they stand up for those in need, even if indirectly. I like that Lisbeth Salander has a clear sense of right & wrong. She doesn’t believe in grey areas and she’s not about to back down on her beliefs just because society tells her hers is a simplistic way of looking at life.
I got confused with the names a few times. What I thought were surnames turned out to be places and it would throw me for a second. However, my biggest problem with the book was the ending. SPOILER ALERT – IF YOU ARE PLANNING ON READING THE BOOK, SKIP THE NEXT PARAGRAPH ….
Salander makes a great protagonist – she’s intelligent and rebellious, getting away with things I only wish I had the guts to attempt. But she’s not superwoman. I was really upset when she was shot and buried but I was okay with that ending. To have her come back, dig her way out of the grave with only one arm and a bullet in the brain was a little unbelievable.
AND WE’RE BACK…
Stieg Larsson died in 2004 just after handing in the manuscripts for his three novels. I’m interested to read the third one, The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest and see how it all ends.