Apparently in Sweden, everyone who works in counter-intelligence drives a
neutral-colored Volvo. Even when you're engaged in international
espionage, it's vital to stay safe.
That's one of a number of
important lessons I learned from reading The
Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest, the third in Stieg Larsson's trilogy of
potboilers. Potboilers are important to publish in Sweden because
apparently it gets quite cold there.
Those of you who have read my personal book review blog know that I was not crazy about the second book in this series, which was a testament to the importance of good editors. The first hundred pages had absolutely no relevance to the rest of the book. They should have been cut. Or better yet, put into a separate novella about "Salander's lost months" so that the publisher could rake in a kajillion more kronor. But where was the editor? AWOL.
Thankfully, the third book is much better, even though the injured Lisbeth Salander doesn't really get her mojo back until nearly halfway through the novel. . . .
Those of you who have read my personal book review blog know that I was not crazy about the second book in this series, which was a testament to the importance of good editors. The first hundred pages had absolutely no relevance to the rest of the book. They should have been cut. Or better yet, put into a separate novella about "Salander's lost months" so that the publisher could rake in a kajillion more kronor. But where was the editor? AWOL.
Thankfully, the third book is much better, even though the injured Lisbeth Salander doesn't really get her mojo back until nearly halfway through the novel. . . .
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