Hugely disappointing. This book has been recomended to me so many times I thought I just had to read it. I literally slogged my way through it - it was hard for me to put my finger immediately on what was wrong with it. I finally came to the conclusion that, for me, none of the characters had any real warmth or redeeming features about them. I just didn't care what happened to them frankly. The 'Girl', whilst being an interesting character is a complete sociopath and I really could find nothing about her that I found in anyway identifiable or real. The subject also is relentlessly dark and seemed to me to have as a given that all men were not only mysogynists but potentially violent abusers - perhaps they are in Sweden? I also thought the resolution was completely unsatisfactory - I found the 'resolution' of both main protagonists (the serial killer and the wicked financier)completely unsatisfying and actually felt nothing was really resolved in the end - which is a depressing way to finish a book. It seemed to drift to an end and I thought everything after the cellar scene struck me as the author deciding he had written enough and sort of desperately trying to find a way of ending the story - without actually knowing how to do it. I also found his obsession with telling me exactly what type of computer everyone was using, which model how much RAM and Ghz it had extremely boring.Perhaps I expected too much as so many people seemed to love it - but I found it one of the weakest books I've read in a long time.I have - trying to give the writer a fair crack of the whip - started reading the sequel which people tell me is better. I have read 50 pages so far - 20 or so of which seem to be a description of Lisbeth Salender's shopping list from IKEA - boring, boring, boring!
