Why is it…

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…that I can’t stop reading The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson?

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It was the summer of 2005.  Everyone was reading it so why not me.  I was waiting for my flight from Salt Lake City, Utah, to Austin, Texas, and I neglected to bring a book.  So, silly me, I went to airport bookstore…lame, I know.  There was a shiny hardback copy of the Di Vinci Code by Dan Brown on the counter.  What the hell?  I paid entirely too much money for it (which is why I will never purchase a hardback copy of any book, ever) and went to the airport Starbucks and paid entirely too much money for a tall, house coffee, with room for cream and sugar.  I went to the gate and started reading.  

“I needed to have this book inside me,” I remarked to my friend as I slapped my forearm where my median cubital vein resided.  Here I was, in Austin, 1500 miles away from home, in the live music capitol of the world, about to get out of the car to take a picture of the Stevie Ray Vaughn statue and all the bats that reside under the Congress Avenue Bridge (then go get my drink on on 6th Street), and all I can think is what Robert Langdon is going to do.  When chapters only last a page and a half it makes it easy to move the story along. 


Fall 2010.  I was on the internets and I saw they were casting for a movie adaptation of the Swedish book The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo.  All of young Hollywood auditioned and they gave the part to an unknown, Rooney Mara.  I watched the trailer for the Swedish version of the movie and was floored.  I asked  my book nerd friend in the cube facing mine about it and she said, “It gets violent and…inappropriate…at times but you shouldn’t have a problem with that.”  Once I started reading this book I haven’t had any thought to do anything else.  I go to bed early just so it takes longer for me to fall asleep then the next thing I know I’ve read 60 pages in a night.  The pacing of the book is fast, sometimes no more than a few paragraphs separate story lines.  This quickness makes me want to get through the Mikael Blomkvist parts just to get back to Lisbeth Salander.  Larsson intercuts the book so well that getting through Blomkvist isn’t a chore. 

Read it.  You’ll like it.

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