Tattoo On My Mind

For those of you who read the previous entry, you'd probably expect this by now. I bought the two remaining books of the Millennium trilogy and had to finish it, in the same way that after four good books, i had to read the rest of the Harry Potter series.

At least Millennium didn't suck like HP. Harry Potter could die and resurrect himself in the last two books and i couldn't care less. Oh wait, he did pretend to die in the last book. Ugh.

Anyway, I think Larsson inadvertently stumbled upon The Successful Formula for Writing Trilogies:

1. Book One should be standalone and bring enough of a good story, as well as an intriguing plotline.
2. Book Two should be a cliffhanger. The bad boys usually win at this point.
3. Nobody cares about Book Three at this point except to finish it, as everybody knows the hero/ine will win, and the bad guys dead or shamed into less threatening day jobs, so our expectations have been set. But might as well end it with a bang. Or happily. Mostly, it ends in a whimper.

Don't believe it? Reexamine the first three movies of Star Wars. Or the Matrix Trilogy. I should've included Lord of the Rings but it was actually one loooooooong book divided into three parts, with half of the pages of Book Three devoted to indexes.

I got hooked on Book Two (The Girl Who Played With Fire) and had to finish the rest of the series, if only to find out closure for dear Lisbeth Salander. I didn't expect it to be a John Grisham dime novel by the end (the Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest), but at least it was nice to know she was back to her weird, devil-may-care self after everything.

And at least it was enough to fill me in during the long weekend.

Now what?

Btw, there never was an explanation about her choice for the dragon tattoo, and no hornets were harmed in the making of the book. Titles notwithstanding, the series will probably keep you entertained until the next big trilogy comes out.

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