There is a certain pleasure that can't be denied when you crack open a book that draws you in like a warm bath and you wish to never come out.
This is one of those reads: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by the late and mysterious Stieg Larsson.
I've yet to reach the ending, and I try to slow down but I'm at that stage in a mystery when things are getting to a close faster and faster, picking up the pace and fighting it becomes a real battle for me. I love this.
Larsson's own life and death sound to me like a hoax and a publicity stunt drawn from one of his wildly best selling mystery novels. In fact, I suspect the author is actually a woman and not a man at all, I suspect it's Larsson's partner. But that could be just my natural tendency to theorise and question media-fed information and I may be completely mistaken.
The book is one of the easiest, smooth, lovely stories I've had the pleasure to get into in recent years. It's not great literary work, but rather good story telling plain and simple. It's big, which is great because it takes a while to go through. The characters are rich and lovable and you want to spend more and more time with them as you go along, and you can feel this is exactly what the writer felt when imagining them.
This is why I question the authenticity of the author's life story - he was supposed to have been a well known and respected journalist, who wrote huge volumes for the drawer, never trying to get them read nor published, thinking they were not good enough. Simply put - that makes no sense, as anyone with a love of storytelling and words could easily see the enormous appeal this story has.
I am so looking forward to the next volumes. Ooh, can't wait.
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