How sad and depressing to know that this author is no longer with us. I held off finishing this book for a long time because I knew it was the last book in the trilogy. It was as good as the other books and did not disappoint in anyway. Finally, Lisbeth Salander had her day and was free. From the first book to the last, she has proved to be a strong, independent and resilient woman in the face of what appeared to be almost insurmountable odds.
Blomqvist – intrepid boy reporter and gigolo, seemed to finally find a love interest in someone whose description seemed to be that of Swedish Amazonian secret policewoman. Of course, given his own amazing powers, he would need someone larger than life to test his resolve in a love match. It was also satisfying that he did not end up with any of the women with whom he had carried on meaningful but not truly romantic relationships.
Berger could not make it in the old boys club newspaper business and returned to straighten out the shambles of Millennium as its reporters and editors refused to rise to the challenge of running the groundbreaking journal and controlling Blomqvist with her occasional trysts. it was obvious that there was no one more invested in the business of this savvy little magazine than Berger. In true wrap up fashion, her husband finally got pissed off after 20 years of off and on liaisons with Blomqvist and their open relationship. Which made sense. Because no matter how open a country may appear sexually, no individual really approves of that much of an open relationship.
I am sad to be leaving these characters behind. Especially Lisbeth Salander. She is a 21st century heroine of the first order. Interesting, complex, intelligent, broken but willing to examine life on the terms she is able and to reinvent herself.