The by now famous protagonist, Lisbeth Salander, is once again assaulted, chased, and utterly alone. The plot contains full doses of sex and violence, the writing is average, dialogue flat, and the translation clunky. Aside from Salander’s pure adherence to justice the characters are not terribly interesting. Thus, I read the book trying to figure out the appeal of Larson’s Millennium Trilogy and why every person on the beach was carrying one of the books. Since I could count more things going against the book, than for it, I never really figured its mass appeal. I’ll admit, however, I couldn’t put the book down, either. I’m guessing it is Salander’s unbending fight against unadulterated evil that appeals to us.