The Girl Who Played With Fire

The girl writing this review looked up over to her bookshelf, and sighed at the size of Hornet's nest.
I wanted to love this book. I started this book hoping I would end up giving this a 4 or 5. Most reviews promised it to be better than the Dragon Tattoo, but sadly I don't feel so.
This continues about 1 year after the events of the first book. And this time it is Blomkvist's turn to help Salander out of a pickle. Since it's Salander, you can imagine how that would go.
I tried to write what I felt about what I was reading, while reading, since the book was too long and I had so little time to read and could not make it to more than 20-30 pages a day. It's a good thing I did that, because this book feels different at different parts. There are parts where I felt like reading without missing one word; pages I read multiple times and lingered on every word. There are parts when I felt like throwing the book, right out the window.
Blomkvist is a dry character. Considering how major a character he is in the book, he is surprisingly one-dimensional. I don't suppose the author put much effort into him - or purposefully made him dry, so that his masterpiece would stand out.

But she wished she had the guts to go up to him and say hello or possible break his legs, she wasn't sure which

She had stared at him for a whole minute and decided that she did not have a grain of feeling left, because it would have been the same as bleeding to death. Fuck you

She loved having company that left her alone