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The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest (Millennium Series #3)by Stieg Larsson
The Girl in the Spider’s Web, the new book in the Millennium Series, is available now!
In the third volume of the Millennium series, Lisbeth Salander lies in critical condition in a Swedish hospital, a bullet in her head.
But she's fighting for her life in more ways than one: if and when she recovers, she'll stand trial for three/b>/i>
The Girl in the Spider’s Web, the new book in the Millennium Series, is available now!
In the third volume of the Millennium series, Lisbeth Salander lies in critical condition in a Swedish hospital, a bullet in her head.
But she's fighting for her life in more ways than one: if and when she recovers, she'll stand trial for three murders. With the help of Mikael Blomkvist, she'll need to identify those in authority who have allowed the vulnerable, like herself, to suffer abuse and violence. And, on her own, she'll seek revenge--against the man who tried to killer her and against the corrupt government institutions that nearly destroyed her life.
From the Trade Paperback edition.
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—Michiko Kakutani, New York Times
“The literary equivalent of a caffeine rush . . . Larsson was one of those rare writers who could keep you up until 3 a.m. and then make you want to rush home the next night to do it again . . . Larsson is something like John Grisham [but] Larsson held an extra ace: the creation of Salander.”
“It’s over! And I feel the same sense of pleasure and loss that I did when I watched the finale of ‘The Sopranos’ and the last episodes of ‘Battlestar Galactica’ . . . Salander is, I promise, someone you will never forget . . . Anyone who enjoys grounding their imaginations in hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of exciting pages about the way we live now ought to take advantage of this trilogy.”
—Alan Cheuse, Chicago Tribune
"Larsson has produced a coup de foudre, a novel that is complex, satisfying, clever, moral . . . This is a grown-up novel for grown-up readers, who want something more than a quick fix and a car chase. And it's why the Millennium trilogy is rightly a publishing phenomenon all over the world."
“A heart-stopping showdown showcases one of crime fiction’s most unforgettable characters—and cements Larsson’s rep as one of its most passionate and original voices.”
“Confirms Larsson as one of the great talents of contemporary crime fiction.”
—Sunday Times (UK)
“Exhilarating . . . Larsson’s was an undeniably powerful voice in crime fiction that will be sorely missed.”
“Fast-paced enough to make those Jason Bourne films seem like Regency dramas.”
“Larsson’s vivid characters, the depth of the detail across the three books, the powerfully imaginative plot, and the sheer verve of the writing make the trilogy a masterpiece of its genre.”
“There are few characters as formidable as Lisbeth Salander in contemporary fiction of any kind . . . She dominates the stage like Lear . . . She will be sorely missed.”
“Larsson’s work is original, inventive, shocking, disturbing, and challenging . . . His novels have brought a much needed freshness into the world of crime fiction.”
"Fans will not be disappointed: this is another roller-coaster ride that keeps you reading far too late into the night."
Read an Excerpt
Friday, April 8
Dr. Jonasson was woken by a nurse five minutes before the helicopter was expected to land. It was just before 1:30 in the morning.
"What?" he said, confused.
"Rescue Service helicopter coming in. Two patients. An injured man and a younger woman. The woman has gunshot wounds."
"All right," Jonasson said wearily.
Although he had slept for only half an hour, he felt groggy. He was on the night shift in the ER at Sahlgrenska hospital in Göteborg. It had been a strenuous evening.
By 12:30 the steady flow of emergency cases had eased off. He had made a round to check on the state of his patients and then gone back to the staff bedroom to try to rest for a while. He was on duty until 6:00, and seldom got the chance to sleep even if no emergency patients came in. But this time he had fallen asleep almost as soon as he turned out the light.
Jonasson saw lightning out over the sea. He knew that the helicopter was coming in the nick of time. All of a sudden a heavy downpour lashed at the window. The storm had moved in over Göteborg.
He heard the sound of the chopper and watched as it banked through the storm squalls down towards the helipad. For a second he held his breath when the pilot seemed to have difficulty controlling the aircraft. Then it vanished from his field of vision and he heard the engine slowing to land. He took a hasty swallow of his tea and set down the cup.
Jonasson met the emergency team in the admissions area. The other doctor on duty took on the first patient who was wheeled in-an elderly man with his head bandaged, apparently with a serious wound to the face. Jonasson was left with the second patient, the woman who had been shot. He did a quick visual examination: it looked like she was a teenager, very dirty and bloody, and severely wounded. He lifted the blanket that the Rescue Service had wrapped around her body and saw that the wounds to her hip and shoulder were bandaged with duct tape, which he considered a pretty clever idea. The tape kept bacteria out and blood in. One bullet had entered her hip and gone straight through the muscle tissue. He gently raised her shoulder and located the entry wound in her back. There was no exit wound: the round was still inside her shoulder. He hoped it had not penetrated her lung, and since he did not see any blood in the woman's mouth he concluded that probably it had not.
"Radiology," he told the nurse in attendance. That was all he needed to say.
Then he cut away the bandage that the emergency team had wrapped around her skull. He froze when he saw another entry wound. The woman had been shot in the head, and there was no exit wound there either.
Jonasson paused for a second, looking down at the girl. He felt dejected. He often described his job as being like that of a goalkeeper. Every day people came to his place of work in varying conditions but with one objective: to get help.
Jonasson was the goalkeeper who stood between the patient and Fonus Funeral Service. His job was to decide what to do. If he made the wrong decision, the patient might die or perhaps wake up disabled for life. Most often he made the right decision, because the vast majority of injured people had an obvious and specific problem. A stab wound to the lung or a crushing injury after a car crash were both particular and recognizable problems that could be dealt with. The survival of the patient depended on the extent of the damage and on Jonasson's skill.
There were two kinds of injury that he hated. One was a serious burn case, because no matter what measures he took the burns would almost inevitably result in a lifetime of suffering. The second was an injury to the brain.
The girl on the gurney could live with a piece of lead in her hip and a piece of lead in her shoulder. But a piece of lead inside her brain was a trauma of a wholly different magnitude. He was suddenly aware of the nurse saying something.
"Sorry. I wasn't listening."
"What do you mean?"
"It's Lisbeth Salander. The girl they've been hunting for the past few weeks, for the triple murder in Stockholm."
Jonasson looked again at the unconscious patient's face. He realized at once that the nurse was right. He and the whole of Sweden had seen Salander's passport photograph on billboards outside every newspaper kiosk for weeks. And now the murderer herself had been shot, which was surely poetic justice of a sort.
But that was not his concern. His job was to save his patient's life, irrespective of whether she was a triple murderer or a Nobel Prize winner. Or both.
Then the efficient chaos, the same in every ER the world over, erupted. The staff on Jonasson's shift set about their appointed tasks. Salander's clothes were cut away. A nurse reported on her blood pressure-100/70-while the doctor put his stethoscope to her chest and listened to her heartbeat. It was surprisingly regular, but her breathing was not quite normal.
Jonasson did not hesitate to classify Salander's condition as critical. The wounds in her shoulder and hip could wait until later, with a compress on each, or even with the duct tape that some inspired soul had applied. What mattered was her head. Jonasson ordered tomography with the new and improved CT scanner that the hospital had lately acquired.
Jonasson had a view of medicine that was at times unorthodox. He thought doctors often drew conclusions that they could not substantiate. This meant that they gave up far too easily; alternatively, they spent too much time at the acute stage trying to work out exactly what was wrong with the patient so as to decide on the right treatment. This was correct procedure, of course. The problem was that the patient was in danger of dying while the doctor was still doing his thinking.
But Jonasson had never before had a patient with a bullet in her skull. Most likely he would need a brain surgeon. He had all the theoretical knowledge required to make an incursion into the brain, but he did not by any means consider himself a brain surgeon. He felt inadequate, but all of a sudden he realized that he might be luckier than he deserved. Before he scrubbed up and put on his operating clothes he sent for the nurse.
"There's an American professor from Boston working at the Karolinska hospital in Stockholm. He happens to be in Göteborg tonight, staying at the Elite Park Avenue on Avenyn. He just gave a lecture on brain research. He's a good friend of mine. Could you get the number?"
While Jonasson was still waiting for the X-rays, the nurse came back with the number of the Elite Park Avenue. Jonasson picked up the phone. The night porter at the Elite Park Avenue was very reluctant to wake a guest at that time of night and Jonasson had to come up with a few choice phrases about the critical nature of the situation before his call was put through.
"Good morning, Frank," Jonasson said when the call was finally answered. "It's Anders. Do you feel like coming over to Sahlgrenska to help out in a brain op?"
"Are you bullshitting me?" Dr. Frank Ellis had lived in Sweden for many years and was fluent in Swedish-albeit with an American accent- but when Jonasson spoke to him in Swedish, Ellis always replied in his mother tongue.
"The patient is in her mid-twenties. Entry wound, no exit."
"And she's alive?"
"Weak but regular pulse, less regular breathing, blood pressure one hundred over seventy. She also has a bullet wound in her shoulder and another in her hip. But I know how to handle those two."
"Sounds promising," Ellis said.
"If somebody has a bullet in their head and they're still alive, that points to hopeful."
"I understand. . . . Frank, can you help me out?"
"I spent the evening in the company of good friends, Anders. I got to bed at 1:00 and no doubt I have an impressive blood alcohol content."
"I'll make the decisions and do the surgery. But I need somebody to tell me if I'm doing anything stupid. Even a falling-down drunk Professor Ellis is several classes better than I could ever be when it comes to assessing brain damage."
"OK, I'll come. But you're going to owe me one."
"I'll have a taxi waiting outside by the time you get down to the lobby. The driver will know where to drop you, and a nurse will be there to meet you and get you scrubbed in."
"I had a patient a number of years ago, in Boston-I wrote about the case in the New England Journal of Medicine. It was a girl the same age as your patient here. She was walking to the university when someone shot her with a crossbow. The arrow entered at the outside edge of her left eyebrow and went straight through her head, exiting from almost the middle of the back of her neck."
"And she survived?"
"She looked like nothing on earth when she came in. We cut off the arrow shaft and put her head in a CT scanner. The arrow went straight through her brain. By all known reckoning she should have been dead, or at least suffered such massive trauma that she would have been in a coma."
"And what was her condition?"
"She was conscious the whole time. Not only that; she was terribly frightened, of course, but she was completely rational. Her only problem was that she had an arrow through her skull."
"What did you do?"
"Well, I got the forceps and pulled out the arrow and bandaged the wounds. More or less."
"And she lived to tell the tale?"
"Obviously her condition was critical, but the fact is we could have sent her home the same day. I've seldom had a healthier patient."
Jonasson wondered whether Ellis was pulling his leg.
"On the other hand," Ellis went on, "I had a forty-two-year-old patient in Stockholm some years ago who banged his head on a windowsill. He began to feel sick immediately and was taken by ambulance to the ER. When I got to him he was unconscious. He had a small bump and a very slight bruise. But he never regained consciousness and died after nine days in intensive care. To this day I have no idea why he died. In the autopsy report, we wrote brain haemorrhage resulting from an accident, but not one of us was satisfied with that assessment. The bleeding was so minor, and located in an area that shouldn't have affected anything else at all. And yet his liver, kidneys, heart, and lungs shut down one after the other. The older I get, the more I think it's like a game of roulette. I don't believe we'll ever figure out precisely how the brain works." He tapped on the X-ray with a pen. "What do you intend to do?"
"I was hoping you would tell me."
"Let's hear your diagnosis."
"Well, first of all, it seems to be a small-calibre bullet. It entered at the temple, and then stopped about four centimetres into the brain. It's resting against the lateral ventricle. There's bleeding there."
"How will you proceed?"
"To use your terminology, get some forceps and extract the bullet by the same route it went in."
"Excellent idea. I would use the thinnest forceps you have."
"It's that simple?"
"What else can we do in this case? We could leave the bullet where it is, and she might live to be a hundred, but it's also a risk. She might develop epilepsy, migraines, all sorts of complaints. And one thing you really don't want to do is drill into her skull and then operate a year from now when the wound itself has healed. The bullet is located away from the major blood vessels. So I would recommend that you extract it, but . . ."
"The bullet doesn't worry me so much. She's survived this far and that's a good omen for her getting through having the bullet removed too. The real problem is here." He pointed at the X-ray. "Around the entry wound you have all sorts of bone fragments. I can see at least a dozen that are a couple of millimetres long. Some are embedded in the brain tissue. That's what could kill her if you're not careful."
"Isn't that part of the brain associated with numbers and mathematical capacity?" Jonasson said.
Ellis shrugged. "Mumbo jumbo. I have no idea what these particular grey cells are for. You can only do your best. You operate. I'll look over your shoulder."
Mikael Blomkvist looked up at the clock and saw that it was just after 3:00 in the morning. He was handcuffed and increasingly uncomfortable. He closed his eyes for a moment. He was dead tired but running on adrenaline. He opened them again and gave the policeman an angry glare. Inspector Thomas Paulsson had a shocked expression on his face. They were sitting at a kitchen table in a white farmhouse called Gosseberga, somewhere near Nossebro. Blomkvist had heard of the place for the first time less than twelve hours earlier.
There was no denying the disaster that had occurred.
"Imbecile," Blomkvist said.
"Now, you listen here-"
"Imbecile," Blomkvist said again. "I warned you he was dangerous, for Christ's sake. I told you that you would have to handle him like a live grenade. He's murdered at least three people with his bare hands and he's built like a tank. And you send a couple of village policemen to arrest him as if he were some Saturday night drunk."
Blomkvist shut his eyes again, wondering what else could go wrong that night.
He had found Lisbeth Salander just after midnight. She was very badly wounded. He had sent for the police and the Rescue Service.
The only thing that had gone right was that he had persuaded them to send a helicopter to take the girl to Sahlgrenska hospital. He had given them a clear description of her injuries and the bullet wound in her head, and some bright spark at the Rescue Service got the message.
Even so, it had taken over half an hour for the Puma from the helicopter unit in Säve to arrive at the farmhouse. Blomkvist had gotten two cars out of the barn. He switched on their headlights to illuminate a landing area in the field in front of the house.
The helicopter crew and two paramedics had proceeded in a routine and professional manner. One of the medics tended to Salander while the other took care of Alexander Zalachenko, known locally as Karl Axel Bodin. Zalachenko was Salander's father and her worst enemy. He had tried to kill her, but he had failed. Blomkvist had found him in the woodshed at the farm with a nasty-looking gash-probably from an axe- in his face and some shattering damage to one of his legs which Blomkvist did not bother to investigate.
From the Paperback edition.
Meet the Author
Stieg Larsson, who lived in Sweden, was the editor in chief of the magazine Expo and a leading expert on antidemocratic, right-wing extremist and Nazi organizations. He died in 2004, shortly after delivering the manuscripts for The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The Girl Who Played with Fire, and The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest.
- Date of Birth:
- August 15, 1954
- Date of Death:
- November 9, 2004
- Place of Birth:
- Västerbotten, Sweden
- Place of Death:
- Stockholm, Sweden
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If like me you could not put down the first two books by Steig Larsson "The Girl Who Kicked The Hornets' Nest" will not let you down. The author takes us through many harrowing and suspenseful moments, even a laugh out loud event and then in the end neatly ties together the future of our main characters. At many points in her life Lisbeth Salander appeared to be controlled by others however we can see she is very much in control and ready to fight back. Along with Lisbeth and Mikael Blomkvist, Erika Berger Millennium's editor and Mikael's sometime lover is the focus of much attention. For me Lisbeth our quirky and ORIGINAL heroine ranks up there with Martin Cruz Smiths Arkady Renko, Len Deighton's Bernard Samsom and Ian Rankin's John Rebus. The Girl Who Kicked The Hornets' Nest has Internet hackers who are heros and doctors who are villains, the book has it all. Trying very hard to read the book slowly and to savor it for as long as I could the plan yesterday was to read about 50 pages or so. Starting at about page 200 and then suddenly a few wonderfully enjoyable hours later page 601. Finished, done, happy but sad that it was over and there would be no more books from steig Larsson.
I very much enjoyed the first two books and was fortunate enough to have a sister who couldn't wait for the US edition of "The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets' Nest". She was kind enough to share her copy, and I just finished the book last night. My only regret is that Stieg Larsson is no longer with us to share more of his superb verse. Of the much enjoyed trilogy, this book was the most difficult to put down. The complex plot development was so well put together that that the many characters involved, though many just briefly, were easily remembered. I don't feel that it would be fair to readers to share any of the content of the book. Rather, if you enjoyed the first two books this one will not disappoint. This book, as well as its predecessors, I will be recommending for many years.
I was anxiously awaiting the third book in this series but was disappointed. I thoroughly enjoyed the first two books. This third book just didn't flow as fast as the first two. It got bogged down on a lot of explanation about government issues etc. That, to me, took out the swiftness in the movement of the first two.....I had MAJOR problems with my Nook and how the book was transferred....from page 450 to the end there were many page mixups and words that were cut in half or only shown by the dots of their letters....a huge disappointment while trying to read about the most important trial....My Nook really failed me on this one......
Perfect ending, to a perfect trilogy! Must read if you read the two other books! I have an english copy I am happy to give to the first one to ask!
Well written thriller and page turner Remarkable since it was translated fom the Swedish. I would heartily reccomend it to any reader The author has developed a terrific plot that will keep you guessing to the very end
The first comment I have to make is that I'm in mourning knowing there will never be another amazing work from Stieg Larsson. The world has truly lost one of the best writers of the century. The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest is the third in Steig's Millennium series following The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo and The Girl Who Played With Fire. And it's the best of the three by far. His storytelling is factual and very precise and you might think because the novel is almost 600 pages that in it you'll find it unnecessarily wordy, well you'd be wrong. The novel entails an enormous amount of information crucial to the telling of the tale. And what a tale it is, he gives you espionage, murder, gang bangers, cops, newspaper reporters, secret police and some of the cruelest villains ever to grace the pages of a novel. The plot is amazing in it's intricacy and the detail is awe-inspiring and the story is uniquely his. The characters include some old friends from his first two books and some new friends and new enemies, but don't fear that you won't know them well because Stieg has a way to intimate you with each and every one. His dialogue is flowing and yes sometimes the minutiae is mind boggling, but every line is important to the telling of the story. If you haven't yet read this series, now is definitely the time. It's something you'll treasure and something you'll re-read. It will become a permanent part of your library and you'll find yourself talking about it with friends and lamenting the fact that his voice has been forever silenced. So get ready for the ride of your life and get ready for nail biting, edge of your seat, breathe holding excitement. Get ready to read the next to top the bestseller list. Get ready to be entertained like you never have before. Get ready to Kick the Hornet's Nest!
i just finished the third book in the Millennium trilogy and i have to say it's one of the best series ever. the characters are amazing, the story line is great, and it's a perfect ending! you will love it! please make sure to read the first two first
Computer hacker guru Lisbeth Salander remains under guard as she heals in an intensive care unit from the bullet she took to her heard (see The Girl Who Played with Fire) when her father Alexander Zalachenko shot her. The Stockholm police believe Lisbeth is the prime and only suspect in three recent murders. At the same time that Lisbeth remains incarcerated, reporter Mikael Blomkvist continues his investigation into an incredible decades old cover-up involving Lisbeth's father, a Soviet intelligence defector who works for the Swedish security police as he has since he turned. Still separated, but this time not caused by their estrangement, Blomkvist and Salander talk on-line sharing information. However, another threat has surfaced that Lisbeth knows about, but not much else; Niedermann does not exist, yet is coming to kill his sire's other creation. The third Millennium Trilogy thriller (see The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo) is a superb ending to a strong saga. Incredibly ultra fast-paced, readers expect another confrontation between father and daughter in a world in which pure evil lives but pure good is a fantasy. The late Stieg Larsson leaves behind a great legacy as all three entries are amongst the best in the last decade and as a whole the trilogy belongs on the shortlists for top miniseries. Harriet Klausner
This is the slowest book I've read in years. The author sidetracks so often you lose track of the story. There are so many characters and locations that you need to keep a chart on the side to remember everything that is going on and where.
I was able to get my hands on the British edition which was published earlier this year, and I can assure you that this is a book worthy of pre-ordering. Larsson's cast of characters return (most of them) to finish the story he began with The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. I loved the first two because of the characters and uniqueness of the plot - the third in the trilogy adds a sense of urgency that makes the book hard to put down. The only downside is that this is the last of Larsson's novels.
I had my brother purchase this for me from London a few mos ago. I took my time reading it because I didn't want the trilogy to end. So sad that the author died before he enjoyed his success from these books The book was great-thankfully lengthy so it lasted awhile. Definitely recommend.
Lisbeth and Mikael haven't changed, they're just as imperfect as all the rest of us and, most of the characters from the previous books are back. There are allot of new characters as well but don't let that intimidate you because it works! And finally...Lisbeth doesn't have to deal with her problems alone. When Mr. Larsson passed away the world lost one of the best writers of crime thrillers I have seen in a long, long time. I like the European writers such as, Henning Mankell, Tana French and Mr. Larsson because they seem more....gritty and the characters are more "real", warts and all. I read it front to back in 1 day and I cried when it was over. Partly, because I knew I would never visit these characters again and partly because I would never have the pleasure of reading anything by Mr. Larsson again.
What a ride! This book ... boiled down to felony simplistic terms ... turns on a secret plot to shut Lisbeth Salander up by duping a misguided, pretentious, pompous prosecutor into asking the courts to lock her up in an asylum. Bastid! (smile) It's seriously good, addictive, clever, satisfying and moral. It's what I hoped for -- a great finish to a great series. If you're like me, you'll turn the last page in this trilogy with mixed feelings. 1) With a monumental sense of accomplishment (three books, 1,800-plus pages ... whew!) 2) With the feeling that you've just finished reading one of the quintessential works in contemporary crime fiction, written by a great, talented writer 3) With lots of sadness that Larsson died before he could enjoy his celebrity and that as readers we've seen all we're going to see of the girl with the dragon tattoo There are so many reasons this trilogy shouldn't have worked ... it's too long, it's unnecessarily complex at times, and the "title character" isn't around for too much of the first book and is inconsequential for too much of the final book. And yet it works ... bigtime ... largely because of Salander, the diminutive, dragon-tattooed, computer-hacking, nerves-of-steel victim of a colossal miscarriage of justice. Even when she's not on the page, she is ... the ripple-creating rock plunked into the middle of an otherwise calm lake. She's fearless and uncompromising. She rocks, she resonates. She's real, if not being able too get her out of your head is what gives great fictional characters life. In fact, this series-ending book is riddled with great characters ... starting with Mikael and Erica, of course, and including the Millennium crew, Mikael's amazing lawyer sister and his new likeable love interest cop, the police, the Sapo agents, Lisbeth's father and brother ... even her doctor. I remember reading a line from a reviewer who described Larsson's trilogy as "grown-up books for grownup readers." Exactly.
This is the final piece of a fantastic series, no doubt, but it's malformed in its Barnes & Noble eReader edition. True lovers of Larsson's prose know how he relies upon space breaks to signal changes in time and place during his action-packed work. In this terrible electronic format, you'll find none of those necessary breaks -- which is disrespectful not only to Larsson's good work, but to devoted readers. Buyer, beware. (And if you do buy the book, please don't expect BN to respond to any problems you have with it. I'm still waiting).
One of the reviews stated all the loose ends were neatly wrapped up. I agree - but I don't feel like the author was reaching for ways and means to wrap up those ends. The whole series was stylish and original. I only wish Mr. Larsson was still here to entertain us further in the future.
I picked up book 3 (UK version - already released) because I couldn't wait to see what happened to Lisbeth after the cliffhanger ending of Girl Who Played With Fire. This book doesn't disappoint one bit - a true page-turner and intriguing social commentary.
This was the best thriller trilogy series I have ever had the pleasure of reading. Loved the style of writing and the suspense level through all three books. Such a shame we won't have any more from this author.
These 3 books are mesmerizing in their broad scope of activities and in-depth character development. Stieg Larsson intrigued us with the twists and turns of the relationship between the two main characters as well as a cast of minor (but no less important) players. He also provided the historical background and the contemporary scenes of Sweden. On top of that, the non-stop action and at times humorous dialogs made these books hard to put down. I would wake up at 4 AM to start reading before going to work and continue to read till midnight after returning home. This series is truly addicting.
Purchased the English version in Stockholm airport in November 2009 since I could wait no longer to read the final saga of Lizbeth and company. Great thriller, even from the hospital room. Excellent writing, a page-turner like the first two books, and sorry there will be no more. Now if we could just an English translation of the Swedish movies, I'd love to try those too.
Bought this book from the UK. This series is wonderful. It is such a shame that larrson died before his time. He could have produced many more great novels. The Mellinium series is one I just haven't been able to put down. It's a must read.
Disappointed with nook version as it is abbridged (526 pages) and actual book is 818 pages. I did not see any indication that I was purchasing a pared down version in nook description.
I The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest was the first book I acquired intending to read it when I went into the hospital a week later. Instead, I made the mistake of opening it up. I could not stop and was hooked. I read that puppy over 2 days. I loved the two protagonists, Salander and Blumkvist as well as the other characters around them. The book rolls along quite nicely with a number of twists and turns in the plot activity which entertains the reader and enhances the readability of the book. There were several sideplots evolving along with the main which prevented it from becoming a typical whodunnit book. This writer in this book seemed somewhat similar to Cobin interms of his plot quality and his tying them altogether at the conclusion. I thoroughly enjoyed it and would like to say an interested reader can read this book and get a good story in and of itself, It does however make it more entertaining if you'read the other two in the trilogy. Which my son gave me for father's day. Whether or not you you this book as a stand along read, you'll find your money and reading time well spent.
liked this as much as I liked 1 and 2. These books, however, you have to read in order, or they will not make sense. Think of it as one long story, only in 3 separate books.
I have read the entire trilogy. Our book club suggested this trilogy for dicussion. It was interesting to see how the author included the swedish government corruption into his story. The book was will written.
all three combined were like one big "i dont want this book to end" book...