Perhaps the buzz was just too much. Perhaps I couldn’t relate enough to the main character, Miss Lisbeth Salander. I don’t think I can put my finger on it, but there was a disconnect for me from the beginning. Friends told me that you had to make it through the first fifty pages, and then things picked up. But one hundred pages in, I still wasn’t feeling quite right. I felt like I was skimming through descriptions I wasn’t terribly interested in, and trying to decipher another five new character names with each page I turned. It was suspenseful, and I do see the appeal. But the review on the back, “A sexy, addictive thriller.” I just didn’t agree.