If you could cut out all the crap and focus on Lisbeth Salander, this would get 5 Stars
every day. But Larsson's writing is so bloated with inane details and tangents I had to really bear down from page 200 to page 500. Glad I did because the last part where Lisbeth comes back into the story is fantastic. A great thriller. The more I like Lisbeth, the more I am coming to detest Blomkvist. Not for anything he does but because Larsson is writing himself into the story. I believe there are better unrequited love stories in the average high school than in this book. Larsson's adolescent fantasies are getting annoying...but Lisbeth is a force of nature. On to the last of the trilogy.