People have been telling me how good Stieg Larsson’s Millennium Trilogy is for years. It’s not that I didn’t believe them, I just didn’t quite understand that it was going to be one of the best books I’ve ever read.
I’ve been disheartened by crime novels recently, finding they often start to unravel as soon as the mystery is solved. This book is pacey and alive until the last word (at which point I went back and read the prologue again because I wasn’t ready to be finished).
The original Swedish title, “Män som hatar kvinnor” (in English: Men Who Hate Women) does some ground work in introducing the sordid, disgusting characters you’ll meet. Thus, it goes without saying that this “is not for the light-hearted”, but don’t let that put you off. It needs to be read.
I would usually have heeded that warning and doing so would’ve been a big mistake. The Girl Who Played With Fire comes next and is just as amazing.