I sometimes wish I was Lisbeth Salander. It would be cool to have photographic memory, be as thin as a stick, get away with having multiple tattoos, meet the Evil Fingers and ride a smashing motorcycle. Then I come to realize that she gets raped, institutionalized, chased by psychopathic men and falls in love with a man who is in love with a married woman.
Of course, she wouldn't be who she is (as a character) without the bad things and that's what I like about the novels. You know she's innocent (to some degree) and you read because you want to know how she's placed in such situations. That's why I'm so addicted to it. I spend my mornings on my way to work reading Stieg Larsson's work simply because I can't help but wonder how she's going to pull through.
So far I'm in the middle of the The Girl who Played with Fire and I'm hoping to see how it's going to end. I'm pretty sure there's going to be another twist... another bang that will add to more sleepless nights. For the meantime, I'm happy reading the parts where there's a lot of explanations from different characters who you'd love to just shoot.
Thinking of buying a Kawasaki lightweight,
Someone Anxious.
