For a long time, I refused to read Stieg Larsson’s Millennium trilogy. Not out of disdain for popular fiction, nor because of the many objections in feminist circles to the books’ graphic depictions of sexual violence, but because I judge books by their covers. I simply declined to spend my money on one more novel entitled The Girl With the Distinguishing Physical Attribute of Minor Narrative Significance.
Having been thoroughly bored by Girl With a Pearl Earring and The Girl With Glass Feet, I naturally assumed that The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo would be stuffed with monotonous, sexist clichés.
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