It’s likely that everyone else got over these books three years ago, but man: I still love Lisbeth Salander.  When I think about Stieg Larsson’s untimely demise, and the fact that he never got to write more stories about her, I feel genuinely sad.  Selfishly sad for myself, because I won’t get to read them, but also sad for him, as if he was an actual person I knew.

As far as the movies go, I enjoyed both the American and Swedish adaptations, but I preferred Noomi Rapace’s Salander.  It was pretty much impossible for me to watch her in that without wanting to chop all my hair off.  She’s just so cool.

It’s been years now since I read the books.  I’m probably due for a reread.  The store where I work just marked down some copies of the Millenium Trilogy Deluxe Boxed Set, and it would be a lie to say I don’t ogle them when I walk past.