Better than the first, but I was still very frustrated at the unnecessary amount of detail the author added. When reading crime books one tends to store every piece of information given, assuming that it's a richly-woven tapestry and everything is significant. The name of the lamp she buys for the kitchen at Ikea is, however, unrelated to anyfuckingthing. Why several pages needed to be devoted to this is beyond me. Is it humour, perverseness, poor editing? I can't tell.

Gripes aside, an action packed techno-political thriller with a broken anti-heroine at the core. You want to know about "all the evil" and you most certainly want Lisbeth to get her bloody justice.

(You don't want to know about the particular shade of her jacket. I'm just saying.)