The Boy with a Chip on his Shoulder

I just finished reading "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo".

It was almost entirely devoid of literary merit.

The story would occasionally shudder to a halt so that the author could subject the reader to a "Ragged Trousered Philanthropists" style explicatory rant on misogyny in contemporary Sweden.

I've never read a book in which the characters made so many sandwiches. (It was strangely reminiscent of Sara Paretsky's VI Warshawski having a bath every two minutes.)

I read the section in which (plot spoiler ahead) a dungeon in which girls have been degraded and done to death is discovered and described, as I was sitting on a bench in the park half watching my nine year old play with his friends, and felt disgusted.

Yet on completing it, I went out and bought the next two volumes in the trilogy; a page turner indeed.