The final instalment of the addictive Millennium trilogy, a book that fails to deliver the same excitement and thrill of its predecessors.
Going into the third book, I was desperate to learn of Lisbeth Salander’s condition, after being buried alive and shot in the head at the end of the second. The exhilarating finale to The Girl Who Played With Fire had been a tremendous achievement, but sadly, the third book lost the momentum.
The initial couple of chapters are interesting, as the follow immediately on for the action before. However, once the new story begins, it soon loses pace and excitement. Too many characters are introduced, with two many different agendas, that the plot becomes a web of barely coherent rumours and conspiracies. Lisbeth plays such a minor role that the book should not even mention her in the title, and her absence is a crying shame. Blomkvist is there, but his heroic investigations do little to bring tension to the story. Throughout the novel the twists and turns are predictable and, in some cases, boring.
The writing is still good, Larsson has a talent for crime fiction. The locations are enjoyable (if not a bit too plentiful), and his main character of Lisbeth is still devilishly intriguing.
A must-read for those who have read the previous two books, but The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest is a weak successor.
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