The Girl Who Played with Fire

The Girl Who Played with Fire

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Title:The Girl Who Played with Fire
Author:Stieg Larsson
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ISBN:0307269981
Edition Language:English
Format Type:Mass Market Paperback
Number of Pages:752 pages

The Girl Who Played with Fire Reviews

  • Fiona
    Jun 06, 2009

    This is the sequel to The

    and it was immediately as good as the first but this time I knew this from the very first page.

    The first one I felt was slightly more clumsy at the beginning and took a while to truly love it. I speak only for myself of course. This one it starts off with a bang and you know immediately from the first page it is going to be just as good if not better.

    Blomkvist takes a back seat here and Salander takes the lead. She after all is really the mos

    This is the sequel to The

    and it was immediately as good as the first but this time I knew this from the very first page.

    The first one I felt was slightly more clumsy at the beginning and took a while to truly love it. I speak only for myself of course. This one it starts off with a bang and you know immediately from the first page it is going to be just as good if not better.

    Blomkvist takes a back seat here and Salander takes the lead. She after all is really the most interesting character. It is slightly coincidental how Blomkvist is involved with the storyline but not so much it is a gaping hole in the plot at all.

    Once again the book is full of excitement and twists and turns. It has a steadily fast pace that never stops. One minute you're thinking it is going one way and then it just goes another. It never stop moving.

    I'd say it has a different tempo then the first one. It is much better paced I think from start to finish. The characters are already established for one thing.

    It is an entirely different story from the first one. However, Larsson still continues to highlight inadequacies in the government and system. So many characters are corrupt or just downright awful, people. Most of them are men. Larsson seems to have gone to war against the male race yet again.

    He still goes on his mini-rants but they're not quite so prominent as last time and fit much more into the story.

    I enjoy the straight forward style of writing - obviously this is through a translation of Swedish to English, but it feels different to other things I have read.

    Again, as with the first it feels very much as if Larsson has put his life and soul into writing these books and you can feel that emanating from the pages.

    I loved this just as much as the first - and he left it just at a point when you NEED to read more but it isn't a drastic cliff hanger but I am now eagerly and very impatiently waiting for the next book.

  • Grace Tjan
    Jul 24, 2009

    ILLUSTRATED!

    What I learned from this book (in no particular order):

    1. Swedish billionaires furnish their multi-million dollar apartments with IKEA --- well, at least ONE peculiar Swedish billionaire.

    Poang Chair $40

    2. Asperger's Syndrome may give you the idea that a T-shirt that says ‘I’M AN ALIEN’ is acceptable office wear, but also photographic memory and phenomenal mathematical ability.

    3. "Sweden is one of the countries that imports the most prostitutes per capita from Russia and

    ILLUSTRATED!

    What I learned from this book (in no particular order):

    1. Swedish billionaires furnish their multi-million dollar apartments with IKEA --- well, at least ONE peculiar Swedish billionaire.

    Poang Chair $40

    2. Asperger's Syndrome may give you the idea that a T-shirt that says ‘I’M AN ALIEN’ is acceptable office wear, but also photographic memory and phenomenal mathematical ability.

    3. "Sweden is one of the countries that imports the most prostitutes per capita from Russia and the Baltics". Naughty Swedes.

    4. The best computer in the world is a Mac, but no matter what computer you have, Asphyxia WILL suck up all your digital secrets.

    5. You can live on Billy's Pan Pizza for days on end and STILL look like an anorexic teenager.

    6. All rapists and violent sex offenders should have these words tattooed on their stomachs: "I AM A SADISTIC PIG, A PERVERT AND A RAPIST". The tattoo should be done by an amateur and not be removable even by laser. Repeat offenders will be tattooed on their foreheads. It is recommended that the subject be tasered first before undergoing this involuntary procedure.

    7. "There were not so many physical threats that could not be countered with a decent hammer". Buy a good-sized one from the hardware store and keep it in your bag always.

    8. Failing that, a girl must always have the following ready:

    a. keys (to scratch an opponent's face);

    b. a can of mace, though it's illegal in Sweden; and

    c. a taser (a 50,000 volts jolt to the crotch will incapacitate even the burliest of men).

    9. "Men could be as big as a house and made of granite, but they all had balls in the same place". A crucial fact to remember in a fight, especially if you are fighting a 300 pounds, six foot six giant with hands as big as frying pans.

    POTENTIAL SPOILER

    10. A cigarette case is a useful tool for digging yourself out of a grave.

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  • Lisa Eskra
    Oct 29, 2009

    The first book was for the most part plot-driven. The 40-year old mystery took a while to unfold, but was interesting when it did. So was Lisbeth, although she wasn't the main focus. Enter, The Girl Who Played With Fire. The story has now turned character-driven with Lisbeth as the protagonist. But instead of having much of a plot of any character revelations about her early on, we read about her buying a new apartment, grocery shopping, and what furniture she picked out at IKEA in *great* detai

    The first book was for the most part plot-driven. The 40-year old mystery took a while to unfold, but was interesting when it did. So was Lisbeth, although she wasn't the main focus. Enter, The Girl Who Played With Fire. The story has now turned character-driven with Lisbeth as the protagonist. But instead of having much of a plot of any character revelations about her early on, we read about her buying a new apartment, grocery shopping, and what furniture she picked out at IKEA in *great* detail. Seriously, you could go down to the store and decorate the same way if you wanted, that's the level of description he gave. I was bored out of my mind. This goes on for a staggering 172 pages.

    Mystery thriller? Surely you jest! This book wasn't a mystery whatsoever for me. The fact that the police and everyone else working to solve the case chose to ignore it was pitiful.

    The turning point didn't happen until page 172, which was about 100 pages too late to hold the interest of any reader who's not a masochist. The quick pace and interest it generates rapidly disappears until 375.Really. It was more bloated than a rotting whale.

    The

    was a better book. I wanted to throw this one against the wall a few times.

  • notgettingenough
    Dec 31, 2009

    Much later. After such insistence on preserving my idea of my father, my memory of our last meeting, this happened a couple of Fridays ago. I opened up some photos taken by my brother and there my father is, dead in his coffin. I must confess to being quite distressed. And I still don't understand why on earth is this something to preserve? I don't get it one little bit.

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    Hooked. Totally, completely, utterly hooked. I read this book yesterday during lunch even though I was with two

    Much later. After such insistence on preserving my idea of my father, my memory of our last meeting, this happened a couple of Fridays ago. I opened up some photos taken by my brother and there my father is, dead in his coffin. I must confess to being quite distressed. And I still don't understand why on earth is this something to preserve? I don't get it one little bit.

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    Hooked. Totally, completely, utterly hooked. I read this book yesterday during lunch even though I was with two perfectly nice interesting people.

    And then today. Today we cremated my father without any ceremony, but first there was what they call a ‘viewing’. I so didn’t want to do that and still have absolutely no comprehension whatsoever as to why one would want to look at a dead body. So while the others did their dead body thing I sat in the lounge area with my nose buried in Stieg. And, although, it would not be true in the least to say I didn’t go next door to look at my dead father because I couldn’t put the book down, the fact is that people kept coming in to talk to me, like…I don’t know exactly….but maybe like they thought that this would create some link between me and whatever was happening next door, like maybe they were worried I’d feel left out and what I wanted to say to them was ‘Can’t you see I’m reading?’ ‘If I miss you all, honestly, I’ll drop by next door, I will, really.’ I didn’t, doubtless you will be relieved to hear. Instead I chatted amiably to whoever wanted to interrupt me. But. I so wanted to say ‘go away’.

    And there I find myself having to put my book down for a bit to talk to my aunt, thinking why do I have to do this, my aunt probably doesn’t even like me. My mother has two sisters, one’s a nun, and hence she’s an absolute trooper, but the other one seems a little fragile to me in some way that I can’t connect to. And I know it is all my dead father’s fault. I almost went next door to remind him of that. It was like this.

    We’d been separated for many years from both sides of my family, but as a grownup I did start seeing just these two sisters again now and then. The first time my aunt Rosemary was with a bunch of nuns including my other aunt. Paul introduced me to them ‘This is Cathy, my eldest, she is a divorcee who plays cards for her living.’ All true, if you want to put it like that. My father said it with great relish and satisfaction, I might add. Not with a long mournful face, shaking his head. Not like, what

    I doing to do with her? More like he’d just bought a red car and didn’t everybody know they go faster? He loved shocking people. But I do think the only person who might have been the least bit shocked is Rosemary. And ever since when I see her, I feel like she looks at me in some slightly dubious way. Like I’m a riverboat gambler. Or a scarlet woman; that it follows in some way from being a divorcee who gambles that one is a certain colour as well.

    And the thing about scarlet is that it is one of those colours that is bigger than others. I was wearing a black party dress today with just the tiniest bit of scarlet on it, but it feels like more. It’s a colour that stands out. In the literal definition of the word I’ve never been a scarlet woman, but I have certainly done things for money in my life that don’t feel much different. There too, it’s a bit like the dress. A little bit of scarlet goes a long, long way.

    There is a most earnest statistical analysis of this book that will come later on the weekend when I’ve finished. It’s about breasts and punctuation and honestly, it will be a serious, weighty contribution to the understanding and critical analysis of this book.

    Update. To keep you interested while I'm still preparing my groundbreaking statistical analysis.

    Oh. Reading Paul’s comment I’m thinking okay, I need to put a bit more about this book here. So.

    I happened to recall, earlier today, a conversation I had twenty years ago when I was living in Sydney. The phone rang and it was an acquaintance, John. A bit of chitchat and he says ‘Remember you said how much you were into mangoes.’

    I? I was slightly taken aback. ‘Yeah, yeah. Last time I saw you, you were talking about them.’ I cast my mind back. It was a Victory Dinner after a bridge tournament. We’d snuck outside and shared a few joints between courses. But what on earth would have made me say that? Was I so wasted? ‘Well, John, I’ve never been averse to a nice mango…’.

    He was really being quite intense about the whole thing, ‘I wondered if you wanted me to send you some. Send you some mangoes’. This was really getting a bit silly. For heaven's sake, I lived in Sydney. I merely had to put my hand into the outside air and a mango might fall into it.

    And suddenly the penny dropped. He wasn’t talking about mangoes. He was talking about Northern Territory’s finest. He was asking me if I wanted him to send me some dope. Of course! He just didn’t want to say, on the telephone. I was with it. ‘Oh,

    …sorry John. You’re right, I do still

    mangoes. Great idea, please do send me some.’

    Later that night I told Michael about the whole exchange. He was in complete agreement, clearly John was sending us dope. We are expert bridge players, after all. Like we can’t analyse a situation like this. Like it wouldn’t be obvious in a Stieg Larsson book, what we were really talking about.

    A week later a box of mangoes turned up.

    Michael, with the desperate conviction of a drug addict, took the box apart and then each mango, still sure he was right. Me, I figured straight away, we weren’t in a crime thriller after all.

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    The last word on this book.

    Okay. I’ve, um, read the book now, so here goes. A book review. After a bit of an argument early on with somebody who had read this, I decided to keep some stats. But just as I figured this book was all about the new, busty Salander and the story line was going to be dominated by people sucking on silicon, (people, sic; dykes, yawn), she disappears from the story altogether! What a device. What a piece of creative trickery by the Stieg. What a way to skew my statistics.

    You will find her tits on pages:

    15/16

    27/8

    75

    85

    92

    103-4

    106-8

    and then – well, she’s scarcely in the story for the next few hundred pages. So, although I began the story positively indignant that the superhero had a self-esteem problem that could be resolved by a bit of body mutilation, after a while the whole issue vanished along with the rest of her. I simply don’t understand why Salander would behave in such a tediously average way. I was ready to be really disappointed with this direction (pp. 106-8 is when her friend Wu points out to her that she is hung up about, and obsessed by, her body) but I’d forgotten it soon enough. In fact I wondered if the Stieg got rid of her just so as he didn’t have to find anything more to do with these new possessions of hers.

    Setting aside the whole pretend breasts thing, do I have to say anything else about the book? It’s fun, un-put-downable, just like the first one. A dissertation it does not require.

    I was disappointed with the chess, p. 143 which is badly done. Although this doesn’t matter in a sense, because none of us know enough to care, if you extrapolate from that, you get to the book itself. If you happen to be in the general field of murder mystery conspiracy, journalistic exposes, police-procedurals etc and think this book is badly done, does that mean it’s badly done? If we all don’t know and don’t care, then it isn’t badly done, is that right? It’s believable because it’s believable. This is just a hypothetical, nothing in particular to do with the book itself.

    I hope somebody understands what I’m saying here because I’m not sure I’m with the plot…even though it’s mine. Maybe this is a better way of putting it. If somebody with a modicum of chess knowledge says the chess is badly done we don't care for obvious reasons. But if a crazed killer said to you 'Nup, sorry, that is just so unbelievable the way...This book is just so not like it is.', wouldn't we care then? Yes? No?

    On the usage of the comma in relationship to ‘and’, a source of some discussion recently as I'm confused by how often it is used and why.

    p.270 We have the sentence ‘But we do have to stay on top of what the police uncover and worm out of them what they know.’ I had to read that a couple of times before I understood it meant: ‘But we do have to stay on top of what the police uncover, and worm out of them what they know.’ I thought it meant that the police were uncovering and worming, though of course that sentence doesn’t make sense.

    Then, what about these:

    p. 231 ‘They had heard no sound from the apartment, and nobody had answered the bell. They returned to their car and parked where they could keep watch on the door.’

    Why? Why a comma before the ‘and’ in the first of these back-to-back sentences? And if so, then why not in the second?

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  • Brad
    Jul 26, 2010

    I am confident that

    has a reason for this, but Lisbeth Salander is not much of a heroine. Let's list her transgressions from

    (and these will be deliberately out of context):

    1. She forces herself on a 16 year old boy in Granada.

    2. She kills a man on the beach during a hurricane.

    3. She shuts out Blomkvist for a very long time for a perceived slight, giving him no explanation.

    4. She fails to take or show the necessary care with her ex-guardian after his s

    I am confident that

    has a reason for this, but Lisbeth Salander is not much of a heroine. Let's list her transgressions from

    (and these will be deliberately out of context):

    1. She forces herself on a 16 year old boy in Granada.

    2. She kills a man on the beach during a hurricane.

    3. She shuts out Blomkvist for a very long time for a perceived slight, giving him no explanation.

    4. She fails to take or show the necessary care with her ex-guardian after his stroke.

    5. She alienates everyone else who cares about her.

    6. She lives off billions that she stole.

    7. She invades the apartment of her "guardian" and threatens his life in the middle of the night.

    8. She endangers the lives of friends and innocents.

    9. She very nearly burned her father to death when she was a teenager.

    10. She pulls a gun on the owner of a car rental agency and shuts him in a broom closet to control him.

    11. She commits multiple computer violations, including the hacking of government computers.

    12. She carries and uses illegal weapons.

    13. She is genuinely ultraviolent.

    14. She shoots a man in the foot after macing his eyes, and she tasers another in the testicles.

    15. She steals a motorcycle.

    16. She chops her father's knee and skull with an axe.

    17. She is vengeful in a way that makes Edmond Dantès look like a sissy.

    Let's face it, Lisbeth is more than a little bit nasty. And taken a step further, it is safe to say that she is not particularly likable. She is cold, calculating, emotionally irrational, mean, detached, abrasive, unapproachable, unfriendly, selfish, mercenary, vengeful, and more than a few other things most of us would classify as unlikable.

    Out of context, Lisbeth Salander is the kind of person who most people would be more than happy to see locked up forever. And if all we had to go on were the reports of newspapers and descriptions of trials, we'd all see it as a failure of the "justice system" if she went free.

    Yet we cheer for her in the

    ; we can't seem to help ourselves. And therein lies what Stieg Larsson is trying to tell us with his challenging protagonist -- context is everything.

    Larsson isn't simply writing a compelling series of thrillers (and I haven't been so locked into a book, as I was with GWPWF, for a very long time). He isn't simply fishing for a film deal. He isn't just sitting down to write a vapid bestseller. I'd even go so far as to say that Stieg Larsson is not a hack. Nowhere near. He is criticizing the very efficacy of what we so proudly call the "rule of law."

    Larsson is suggesting that the "rule of law" fails because it has no room for context. It deals in absolutes (unless you're one of the super-rich or super-influential), and it doesn't give a damn whether you perceived a threat before you lit someone on fire; it doesn't care whether the sixteen year old you're having sex with is mature, in love with you and is totally willing; it doesn't care that you stole the car or killed someone to save a life; it doesn't care that you withheld evidence from the police to protect yourself or someone you love; it doesn't care that you hacked into computers for altruistic reasons; it doesn't care that you were bred to ultraviolence through nature and nurture; it doesn't care about you and it doesn't care about context. It just doesn't care, and because it doesn't care Larsson suggests that we should have a healthy disdain for the "rule of law" and recognize its terrible shortcomings because it is the structure we have to live with whether we like it or not.

    Yet with all this,

    is -- most importantly -- a cracking read. It is fast paced, cinematic in its noirishness, full of suspense, has a genuine twist or two (one of which actually took me by surprise), a cast of characters it is almost impossible not to love and hate (as the mood takes you) -- even thought they are all rather static -- and it ends with a cliff hanger of the first order (I am guessing this is a problem for some readers, but I am a fan of the cliff hanger).

    What a shame Stieg Larsson passed from us so soon. I could have read his books for the rest of my life.

  • Nataliya
    Dec 31, 2011

    Stieg Larsson doesn't really do subtle.

    But since he is condemning misogyny and violence towards women, I'm ok with that.

    This book, much more than its predecessor, focuses on the tiny-but-tough Lisbeth Salander. We learn quite a bit about the fascinating and horrific backstory that led to Salander developing her unique, defensive, prickly personality.

    Stieg Larsson doesn't really do subtle.

    But since he is condemning misogyny and violence towards women, I'm ok with that.

    This book, much more than its predecessor, focuses on the tiny-but-tough Lisbeth Salander. We learn quite a bit about the fascinating and horrific backstory that led to Salander developing her unique, defensive, prickly personality.

    But don't let the focus on Lisbeth fool you -

    (

    was the original title of the first Swedish book, before it was changed to include a more marketable dragon tattoo) as its main theme remains the same as its predecessor's, repeated and restated countless times. And that's why I liked this otherwise far from perfect book.

    Yet again, Larsson determinedly exposes the unlikable aspects of society - misogyny and adherence to judgmental standards and gender norms that are ever-present even in the European paradise of Sweden. The surface mystery is just that - a plot device, an excuse to get a new angle on Larsson's favorite topic.

    This is reflected first and foremost in the awful treatment that Salander receives, but also in the treatment of Lisbeth's mother, Sonia Bodig, and the helpless and easily ignored by the society victims of sex trafficking.

    However, I could not help but sigh and eyeroll at Larsson's less-than-perfect prose.

    My gripes are similar to those of many other readers - the

    of every minute detail, the never-ending parade of

    reading like an ad at times, and what feels like

    making a special appearance. This diary-like filler could have been easily cut out, leaving a much shorter and much sharper book. I also giggled at the author's self-insertion and

    in the memorable figure of incorruptible and irresistible journalist Blomkvist. And how can I forget a grating pet-peeve of

    .

    The final grade is

    - full marks for the awesome message of the story, but points taken off for far-from-perfect execution.

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  • Dan Schwent
    Feb 25, 2012

    Three people are dead and Lisbeth Salander's finger prints are on the murder weapon. Can Mikael Blomkvist clear her name before the police find her? And what does Lisbeth's situation have to do with an expose of the Swedish sex trade two of the murder victims were working on?

    I was afraid The Girl Who Played With Fire would suffer from the sophomore jinx. I'm pleased to say it did not.

    Larsson must have figured out he had a good thing in Lisbeth Salander while working on The Girl With The Dragon T

    Three people are dead and Lisbeth Salander's finger prints are on the murder weapon. Can Mikael Blomkvist clear her name before the police find her? And what does Lisbeth's situation have to do with an expose of the Swedish sex trade two of the murder victims were working on?

    I was afraid The Girl Who Played With Fire would suffer from the sophomore jinx. I'm pleased to say it did not.

    Larsson must have figured out he had a good thing in Lisbeth Salander while working on The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo because she's the primary focus of this, the sequel. Actually, it's not all that much like its predecessor. TGWTDT was a mystery and TGWPWF is a faster paced thriller.

    The structure of the two books is fairly similar: a slow build up to a lightning storm. Honestly, I can't figure out why these books work so well for me. They both begin slow and have a lot of extraneous details I think might have been pruned had Larsson been alive when they were accepted by a publisher, notably the oddly specific minutae of the characters' everyday life and the prominence of brand names. Still, once I started reading them, they kind of took over my life for a few days.

    The Girl Who Played With Fire is, in a way, an exploration of Lisbeth Salander's past. Where The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo barely scratched the surface, this book did some strip-mining. Since the villains were players in the sex trade, they were not sympathetic and quite vile. The action was even more brutal than in the previous book and there was a lot more of it. Without giving too much away, Lisbeth Salander is so tough there should be an internet meme dedicated to how much of a bad ass she is. "If Chuck Norris had a sex change and gained 50% more damage-inflicting skills, he would be Lisbeth Salander" or something to that effect.

    I felt that the parts of the story about Lisbeth eclipsed the other parts of the story by a wide margin, a good thing in my book. I wasn't that interested in the everyday business of running Millennium or who was falling for Mikael "The Ladies Man" Blomkvist anyway.

    I guess I should bring this review to a thrilling conclusion before I start giving away plot points. I enjoyed The Girl Who Played With Fire even more than I did the previous volume. Five easy stars.

  • Jeffrey Keeten
    Apr 27, 2013

    Lisbeth Salander is simply unforgettable.

    I read the first book in this trilogy the year it was published

    Lisbeth Salander is simply unforgettable.

    I read the first book in this trilogy the year it was published in English and I remember the book so vividly that even five years later I transitioned into this book as if I’d just finished reading Dragon last week. Salander is 4’11”, but she walks across the literary landscape with such giant strides it is impossible to ignore her. People who have never read the books or seen the movies have a vague idea of who she is. People who have watched the movies or read the books may eventually forget her name decades from now, but they will not forget her persona; her verve; her courage.

    Now before we start feeling all warm and fuzzy about Salander there are few problems with knowing her. If you cross her she might throw a Molotov cocktail through your window. She is unreliable, unrelenting, and if you own a computer she will know everything about you. She is a hacker extraordinaire and even though she is extremely private, almost maniacal about her own personal information, she has no problem hacking into your personal affairs after all YOU should have been more careful with it. Despite her bristly exterior and her tendency to answer questions with a stare or a monosyllabic response you might find yourself attracted to her. She has a lesbian friend Mimmi who tries to explain Salander’s relationship with sex.

    ENTROPIC CHAOS FACTOR, sounds mathematical and math does play a role in this novel, but my version of what Mimmi meant by that statement is that Salander is a person who will parachute in out of the blue, shag you until your nucleus becomes a comet, and then leave before you’ve had time to light your first coitus joint.

    Salander solves complex math equations for relaxation purposes. Throughout the novel she is pursuing the answer to Fermat’s last theorem. Now in the 1990s Andrew Wiles solved the problem using the world’s most advanced computer programme which sounds like cheating to me. When she does figure out Fermat’s intention it is the only time I can remember Stieg Larsson recording his literary heroine...giggling.

    Stieg Larsson is an interesting story. He delivered three novels to his publisher and shortly thereafter died from a heart attack, attributed to walking up seven flights of stairs. This unexpected demise helped launch the books onto the bestseller lists. We are morbid aren’t we. He was an investigative reporter by trade and there was an inquiry into whether foul play was involved. It seems he was just a 50 year old man that fate placed a situation in front of him, an out of service elevator, that provided the proper strain to his heart to kill him. What endears these novels to me, even more, is that he wrote them in the evenings as an escape from regular life. Now, there are issues with these books, the use of name brands over and over. You will tire of hearing Powerbook, IKEA and Billy’s Pan Pizza. If Larsson ate as many Billy’s Pan Pizza as Salander does in the book that might be the doughy rope that squeezed his heart.

    to check out the Billy's Pan Pizza television commercial. It is a hoot.

    Despite any issues I had with the writing, and sometimes it was clunky, the raw power of the writing and a compelling plot made those issues irrelevant.

    Salander gets along just fine with the majority of the population, but she hates men who hate women. She ran into several of those in the first book and one in particular is seared into my memory, Nils Bjurman. He is the lawyer that has been assigned to her competency case. She was declared incompetent by the courts and assigned Bjurman to take care of her affairs. Salander is a confident person sometimes too confident and in book one she underestimates her ability to control a situation with Bjurman. He turns the tables on her and brutally raped her. With a presence of mind that is beyond most of the rest of us she recorded the rape and even as he is doing the most sadistic things to her she is going over and over in her head where she made the mistake and what she was going to do to him if he allowed her to live. Interesting enough she lets him live, but holds the video over his head like the sword of Damocles.

    Besides the video she does administer her own form of brutal vengeance, but there is a practicality to her decision not to kill him. The courts would simply assign her another mentor that she doesn’t have control of and of course she would have to weather an investigation into his murder. In this book she makes a similar mistake in her pursuit for the man responsible for inspiring the rage and the violence that swirls around her.

    Mikael Blomkvist is back and when his team of writers unearth a white slavery ring he finds himself battling a controversial issue that may impact the highest levels of society. Underage girls are being brought from Russia and forced into prostitution. It would be an easy assumption to make that every member of society would want to eliminate a situation that allows young girls to be exploited against their will. One of the problems is that men in government, in positions of power, enjoy the availability of such young, beautiful girls for their own sexual perversions. Despite the fact that Salander is not talking to Blomkvist, he is baffled as to why, she is drawn into the investigation because of the use of the name of one man... Zalachenko. As she becomes the main focus of the investigation she is forced to go underground, a skill she is particularly adept at, and as the rocket fueled plot comes to a conclusion this reader couldn’t have put this book down even if the building was burning down around my ears because Salander... always... puts out a fire with gasoline.

  • Laz
    Jun 18, 2014

    A downright masterpiece. The action sequences, the constant tension continually building up to lead to a tremendous ending. Lisbeth freaking Salander, she may actually be one of the best, and most complex characters I've ever had the pleasure of reading about. Introverted, extremely genial, and dangerous if need be, she's the epitome of the formula to the creation of a super-intriguing character.

    Like the first book, this was a complete investigation-kind-of-book. But unlike the first one, this h

    A downright masterpiece. The action sequences, the constant tension continually building up to lead to a tremendous ending. Lisbeth freaking Salander, she may actually be one of the best, and most complex characters I've ever had the pleasure of reading about. Introverted, extremely genial, and dangerous if need be, she's the epitome of the formula to the creation of a super-intriguing character.

    Like the first book, this was a complete investigation-kind-of-book. But unlike the first one, this has nothing to do with third parties, and everything to do with Lisbeth. It's a more personal book, and it cements the core of this series, which is Lisbeth. There are lots of new information about Lisbeth, and she becomes somewhat less enigmatic as we begin to get a glimpse at the troublesome, dark past.

    Sex trafficking, Russian hitman, murders. What else does a book need to be freaking thrilling? Salander in this book becomes obsessed with math, she takes it up as a hobby, and up until the last moments when her life is hanging by a thread, she finds the solution to a mathematical problem. Such a peculiar protagonist, I feel constantly intrigued by her and I always have to expect the unexpected from her.

    Up until half of the book, nothing extraordinary really happens, it's just plot building up but there's lots of Salander, so it's interesting and gripping to read. Then, at about halfway into the book everything changes. A police hunt begins. You'll have to guess who the hunted is. And how the hell they ended up into this mess.

    Surprisingly, there's less Blomkvist in this than the first book. Although, he's still a prime character to the story, he takes the role of the secondary character rather than the first one, as we saw him in the first book. In the entirety of the book, Blomkvist and Salander hardly ever meet.

    So, summing everything up, I'll admit that I liked this better than the first because of the more personal storyline the author followed.

    I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THIS!!

  • Rohisa
    Jun 07, 2016

    Okay I have to get this out my chest. STIEG LARSSON WAS A TERRIBLE WRITTER. I know I appear to be an asshole of gigantic proportion for lashing out on a dead man but THIS BOOK is horrible, people.

    I am not just going to throw some senseless accusation without backing it up with some solid,undenaible proof. So lets roll it.

    Everything is explained ad nauseum.

    Okay I have to get this out my chest. STIEG LARSSON WAS A TERRIBLE WRITTER. I know I appear to be an asshole of gigantic proportion for lashing out on a dead man but THIS BOOK is horrible, people.

    I am not just going to throw some senseless accusation without backing it up with some solid,undenaible proof. So lets roll it.

    Everything is explained ad nauseum.

    Yep, Thrilling, isn't it?

    I read one reviewer described Larsson's writing as "galloping prose." Galloping prose, huh? Here is a sample of Larsson's thrilling writing:

    ARE YOU ON THE EDGE OF YOUR SEAT YET?

    The writing is filled with irrelevant detail with a weird fixation on coffee.

    The characters "start coffee," "pour coffee," are "impressed" with others' coffee-making skills. I swear F. Scott Fitzgerald did not mention booze as much in all his stories as Larsson mentions coffee in this one book. If Larsson had written "Moby Dick," the opening line would be

    At times, the book reads like an A-Z Street Guide to Sweden, giving endless, pointless directions. At other times we are given excruciating details of Lisbeth's shopping spree and how she furnished her new apartment with selections from her local IKEA. lemi give a sneak peek:

    Aren't your heart racing reading the enthralling details? SOMEONE PLEASE STOP THIS EXCITEMENT, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.

    So, There is a misogynist, bumbling police force; a sensationalist media on steroids; a group of BAAAD gangstas and a couple of good guys who still believe in Lisbeth when the rest of Sweden is after her blood. Not that this 4'11" 90 lb superwoman needs their help, she can do BAAAD all by herself.

    Okay, we GET it. Salander is brilliant. Really, REALLY brilliant. Like, so unbelievably brilliant you mere mortal readerss can't even, like, grasp how brilliant she is. Yeah, Stieg? I got it when you said she has a photographic memory; I got it when she single-handedly pulled off a multinational bank scam and stole millions of kroners; I got it when she invented the software necessary to hack into a major security firm AND police headquarters; why do I need to read endless pages of her effortlessly cracking complex theoretical math problems and THEN have to hear the history of Fermat's theorem, with the added bonus of learning that she solves it in the midst of also solving baffling crimes? Can't wait for the next exciting installment, in which Lisbeth Salander resolves the unified field theory while wiping out whole armies of cyborg ninja pedophiles.

    So in a nutshell Salander is now:

    1) The. greatest. fighter. ever.

    2) The. sexiest. woman. ever.

    3) The. smartest. person. ever.

    4) The. most. street. smart. ever.

    5) Extremely rich.

    If Clint Eastwood, Albert Einstein, The Terminator, and Keyser Söze had a baby it's name would be Salander.

    It is hard to believe that Stieg Larsson wrote both "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" and "The Girl Who Played with Fire." I enjoyed "Tattoo" because Lisbeth Salander was a new, unusual but plausible protagonist and the plot (although it rambled at times) was fairly tight. With "Fire," Larsson threw any pretense of reality or a cohesive plot out the window.

    What happened, Stieg? There is barely a connection between this book and the first. Instead of following the original, interesting and flawed characters that we cared about from the first book, we're instead given lengthy diatribes about shopping at Ikea, eating fast food and an irrational love for coffee. If those parts were edited out, the book would be probably 100 pages, not 400.

    Phew! After eveything done and said, it all comes down to one question:

    If you like coffee, READ IMMEDIATELY!!!!! If you were disappointed with how very little coffee drinking there was in Dragon Tattoo, you will NOT be disappointed here!!!!!! This action-and-coffee-packed sequel to The Girl With THe Dragon Tattoo has 30% more coffee!!!!!! How does our protagonist, Mikael, manage to get through the day? Pour another cup of coffee!!!!! What does he do to come up with the best possible theory? Drink some coffee!!!!!

    -Swedish Coffee magazine

    -Starbucks

    -Coffee addict

    -Coffee addict

    -An underage coffee addict

    So overall, if you like mystery novels but prefer constant coffee drinking as opposed to actual character development, plot, or action, then read this book, you will NOT regret it! This book will bring out the coffee addict in you! So make a pot of coffee and begin reading this book NOW!!!!!