(2010) There’s been an awful amount of fuss about Stieg Larsson and his “Millennium Trilogy”. In some instances it’s all about the fact that he died unexpectedly (from a heart attack) in 2004, some say under suspicious circumstances, soon after delivering the manuscripts for the three crime thrillers to his publisher. But mostly it is because his thrillers are deeply noir and gob-smackingly, hair-raisingly, stomach-clenchingly good. Go buy all three books – they are worth the expense and every word of hype ever written about them is actually justified. The dogged, anti-establishment, sexy journalist Mikael Blomkvist, and the perverse and highly admirable, kick-ass security expert/hack (with the dragon tattoo), Lisbeth Salander, are the most enjoyable characters I’ve encountered in a long time. Multiple complex plots mean you have to concentrate while you read but the ending is a definite, satisfying “Ah-hah!!” moment. What a pity that Larsson’s dead. Three books of this caliber are just not enough.