Stieg Larsson,
who lived in Sweden, was the editor in chief of the magazine
Expo and a leading expert on antidemocratic, right-wing extremist and Nazi organizations. He died in 2004, shortly after delivering the manuscripts for
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The Girl Who Played with Fire, and
The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest.
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Part blistering espionage thriller, part riveting police procedural, and part piercing exposé on social injustice,
The Girl Who Played with Fire is a masterful, endlessly satisfying novel.
Mikael Blomkvist, crusading publisher of the magazine
Millennium, has decided to run a story that will expose an extensive sex trafficking operation. On the eve of its publication, the two reporters responsible for the article are murdered, and the fingerprints found on the murder weapon belong to his friend, the troubled genius hacker Lisbeth Salander. Blomkvist, convinced of Salander’s innocence, plunges into an investigation. Meanwhile, Salander herself is drawn into a murderous game of cat and mouse, which forces her to face her dark past.
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“[A] gripping, stay-up-all-night read.”—
Entertainment Weekly
“Boasts an intricate, puzzle-like story line . . . even as it accelerates toward its startling and violent conclusion.”—Michiko Kakutani,
The New York Times
“Gripping stuff. . . . A nail-biting tale of murder and cover-ups.”—
People
“You might as well give up on the idea of sleep till you’ve finished the book.”—
Dallas Morning News
“Buzzes with ideas [and] fizzes with fury.”—
Los Angeles Times
“[A] dynamite thriller.”—
Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel
“Lisbeth Salander [is] one of the most startling, engaging heroines in recent memory.”—
USA Today
“Brilliant. . . .Grabbed me and kept me reading with eyes wide open.”—
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CHAPTER 1
Thursday, December 16 — Friday, December 17
Lisbeth Salander pulled her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose and squinted from beneath the brim of her sun hat. She saw the woman from room 32 come out of the hotel side entrance and walk to one of the green-and-white-striped chaises-longues beside the pool. Her gaze was fixed on the ground and her progress seemed unsteady.
Salander had only seen her at a distance. She reckoned the woman was around thirty-five, but she looked as though she could be anything from twenty-five to fifty. She had shoulder-length brown hair, an oval face, and a body that was straight out of a mail-order catalogue for lingerie. She had a black bikini, sandals, and purple-tinted sunglasses. She spoke with a southern American accent. She dropped a yellow sun hat next to the chaise-longue and signalled to the bartender at Ella Carmichael’s bar.
Salander put her book down on her lap and sipped her iced coffee before... [
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