Neither thumbs up nor thumbs down for The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson. Mystery.
This book reads like it was written in a foreign language by a super-wonky reporter who had never written fiction before, and who died before it could be edited. (Oh – wait.) I’d been told that the initial tedium would die off around page 100; try page 400, maybe. If the appeal is the kick-assishness of Lisbeth Salander, well, I guess I’ll stick with Friday. For dissidents constructing effigies to burn: I have shoulder-length brown hair, cat’s-eye glasses, and all of the digits I was born with.
It was past 11:00 and she was alone on the floor. She suddenly felt excruciatingly bored.
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