Friday is the new Saturday, and I’m beginning autumn with a summer cold. Go figure.
So I’m spending a very quiet day with a novel, “The Girl Who Played with Fire,” by Stieg Larsson.
I read the first of his so-called Millenium trilogy, “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo,” on vacation. I couldn’t help but notice that all three novels in the series were dominating the bestseller lists, and I was curious what all the buzz was about.
After a painfully slow start, Larsson grabs you. It’s entertaining stuff, and his heroine, or anti-heroine as the case may be, Lisbeth Salander, is a good character.
But an even better character may be Larsson himself. He’s sold millions of the novels. But he dropped dead of a heart attack in 2004, at 50, just before they were published.
That is my new definition of “bummer.”
Now back to the book.