In my anxious quest to finish The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest, I intentionally missed spinning. I figured were about 75 pages left and I could, at my wonderful pace, finish them if I biked for 30 minutes.
Now typing that, I realize that I don’t read two-plus pages per minute. I’m more of a one-page-in-two-minutes reader. I don’t know if that means I’m a slow reader, but I do know that sometimes in my quest to get past the suspense, I’ll skim sections only to feel guilty about skipping the author’s words. When I finally write my own book, I’d hate for a reader to skim over something that I’m sure will have taken several rewrites, lots of anguish and plenty of cupcakes.
I cracked the book open and proceeded to put the bike on moderate resistance. Again, why cheat myself out of a workout just because I was buying time to finish the book before I got home and was bombarded by The Hero about dinner and his stubbed toe? It was me time.
Thirty minutes later, I was oh so close to being finished with the book (ha! It felt good typing that though). I had to make a decision: do I suck it up and try finishing it at home or cycle another 30 minutes? Granted I didn’t want to stay at the gym, but the thought of The Hero’s toe… dinner… the NBA Channel…. Easy decision: Gym.
At this point, my body and I came to an agreement, so the workout is really just to shape the weight instead of letting it hang helplessly all over the place. Anyhow, I glance at the timer: 13:23 done. I checked the book: 47 pages. Ugh. I wouldn’t finish it in the second cycle either.
At the end of Cycle 2, I had to choose. I could start to feel the numbness in my butt, but the desire, the flat-out NEED to finish the book was overwhelming. I decided 15 minutes and I’d call it quits. Promise.
Twenty minutes later, when I couldn’t feel my butt and the numbness moved slowly down my thighs, I figured it was time to chalk it up. Lightly annoyed that I had 20 more pages to go, but couldn’t stick it out at the gym, I showered and headed home.
This post has a happy ending. I finished the book last night in just under half an hour. And I was able to ignore the NBA Channel. Go me. On to the review
I don’t love many books, especially ones with more than 300 pages, but I loved The Millenium Trilogy by Stieg Larsson – The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The Girl who Played with Fire and The Girl who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest. The first two books tend to put Salander’s issues as a secondary story instead of the main story. In the first two books, Mikael Blomkvist, a journalist, is the main character digging up information about various high-profile projects. Salander’s story runs parallel to Blomkvist’s adventures. The third book reverses the main characters though. Blomkvist is still involved in the action, but as a result of Salander’s history.
The characters are believable for the most part. There are, however, a lot of people introduced in the trilogy. Several have similar names, so I would recommend, if you’re an attentive and avid reader, to keep a list of names close so that you don’t confuse characters, especially in the Hornet’s Nest book. It would also be a good idea to look at a map to understand the distances characters travel if you’re not familiar with Sweden’s geography. I was lazy and didn’t do either which is why I give the book four stars.
I would recommend these books to about anyone who loves to read and likes suspense/action books. Again with the suggestion of a map of Sweden and a list of characters.