I picked up a copy of Stieg Larsson’s book while waiting for a friend at one of those Starbucks locations embedded symbiotically in a Chapters. It certainly satisfied the ideal of the light summer read: quick to get through, reasonably interesting, and lacking in complex plot or literary elements that might impede one’s progress through the pages.
I appreciated the references to Pippi Longstocking, and enjoyed imagining the protagonist as a fictionalized version of George Monbiot. I also appreciated how Larsson showed some awareness of the relative danger of murderous psychopaths compared to commonplace domestic violence. While the former certainly sells more movie tickets and paperbacks, the latter is a far more pervasive danger within society, and deserves a lot more attention, police resources, and concern.