I’ve a nasty headache coming on and right about now I’m wishing I’m five again, and I’m feel like kicking myself in the behind. Why? I haven’t been eating right (not that I don’t want to I just don’t feel like stomaching anything, I’m not anorexic if anyone was wondering). Back then (when I was 5) I just stood there watching life go by so slowly, like swimming through sweet sticky honey, with my sippy-cup in hand and was blissfully
ignorant of all the bad things that were happening all the time + no responsibilities except for packing up the toys when I was finished playing. It was just a wish and in retrospect running from responsibilities is so uncool. As for kicking myself, it’s nothing new and I’ll talk about it in my next post.
The following was supposed to be posted on Saturday but things happened and stuff got changed; life happened. So I’m writing it now just as I wrote it Saturday morning.
via petercruikshank com
It was a dark stormy night (technically it’s morning, 1:33 AM to be precise but it was dark and certainly stormy) and I got a room for myself, a rarity (if I explain why it’ll take forever and also because I’m a little lazy).
As I write this, I sit on my bed directly opposite an almost full length mirror (that’s older than my days on this earth) covered by a sheet. Why? Lightning was making its dazzling appearance rather frequently (along with its buddy Thunder) so it wouldn’t reflect and blind us (I kid, it wouldn’t … or I don’t think it would because I’ve seen it reflected before) but it’s just a habit, my mommy prefers it that way.
Rating: 4 Stars
I would recommend: Persons above the age of 16 due to graphical nature of contents and anyone one who has a taste to mystery and thrillers.
Enter, the recently disgraced financial journalist, Mikael Blomkvist, who has just been convicted of libeling a heavy weight financier, Hans-Erik Wennerström, and faces a hefty sum and three months in the slammers at Rullåker. His rapidly deteriorating career begins to turn around when he is approached by the the prominent industrialist Henrik of Vanger Industries as one last resort to unravel the mystery surrounding his great niece’s, Harriet Vanger, disappearance over forty years ago. In return, Vanger will provide Blomkvist with damaging information against Wennerström.
Blomkvist agrees, albeit reluctantly and skeptically. For one year he’ll be on Hedby Island while he goes about the business of the investigation, and scrutinizing the alibis of those of the Vanger clan that were on the island on the day Harriet had gone missing, as Henrik is convinced that one or more amongst his family is responsible.
Blomkvist goes under the cover story of ghost writing the Vanger family chronicle. He’s aided by the title character Lisbeth Salander, the girl with the dragon tattoo. Salander is a social ward of the state, she’s antisocial, has no urge what so ever to submit willingly to authority and is covered with an assortment of tattoos along with piercings to complete the gothic ensemble. She also happens to be a genius hacker who prefers to dish out her own brand of justice and revenge upon those vile and ruthless users and abusers that crawl on the face of the earth, whom she despises with a passion to be reckoned with.