In which The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo makes me ROAR

I have tried really hard not to post spoilers.  But, alas, they are probably in here somewhere.  So, watch out and all that jazz.  

Firstly - this title is ridiculous.  The fact that Salander has a dragon tattoo has no impact or bearing on the story whatsoever.  It's pointless and silly.  This book for all intents and purposes could've been called the girl with the leather coat.  Which Salander also has, which also has nothing at all to do with the story.  

Secondly - this is a book very much written by a man about women.  Everything about this book screms I HAVE A PENIS.  From the start we know that Lisabeth is pretty much willing to throw down her clothes and fuck you senseless.  We know that she is irrevocably damaged to the point where you feel a like your going to barf so hard it comes out of your nose.  She's skinny to the point where she is described by a number of characters as being anorexic looking.  She herself knows she is no match physically for any bodily attack she might find herself under.  She's tiny and frail and broken.  Incomplete.  Not a whole person, but a damaged girl waiting for the right kind of care and attention to be bestowed upon her.  What a fucking load of misogynistic crap.

Thirdly - this book fascinated me to the point that I couldn't really concentrate on other things until I had read the whole book.  Because I do not truly get why we are given the impression that Lisabeth is a heroine.  She cuts herself off, she's introverted and socially awkward.  She rejects emotional support.  She refuses help from the people she has known the longest.  She doesn't tolerate other human beings and she shies away from any form of physical contact.  She is in one word: repressed.  And she remains so at the end of the book.  She is a character that exists solely as a kind of revenge fantasy.  She is a girl that never faces any of her problems, just uses them as ammo.

Fourthly - I gather from the numerous, to the point of wanting to poke my eyes out, references to the way Lisabeth dressed, I was supposed to judge her character based on her appearance. We are told too many times to count that she has sex tattoos.  And what? I have a friend who is the epitome of a playboy bunny, fake boobs and bleached hair to boot, who has 10 tattoos.  She has piercings and wears a lot of black.  And what? this is the 21st century, so do a large percentage of the population.  I guess I was supposed to believe she chose this outward appearance to make people keep their distance and to be wary of her.  But what a load of bullshit.  She is described as being slim and short, hardly the time of girl to depict fear in people because she dresses like a goth.  Please.  

Fifthy - Never have I read a book that degrades women so much. They are beaten and raped and manipulated to the point where I wanted to scream.  The low opinion the author seems to have for women just leaks out of the pages.  They're either weak, or frivolous, or always ready to drop their pants to fuck anything that walks.  

Sixthly - the violence in this book is extremely explicit and graphic.  They are almost gratuitous.  They are grossly mishandled.  

Seventhly - I get the feeling that I am supposed to be sexually attracked to Mikael.  In fact, I found him rather tiresome.  I have no interest in the financial well being of large compaines, nor trying to plot their demise by investigating rumors of tomfoolery.  The females in the book existed too as to solidify his sexual prowess and to let us know that even though every other male in the book under 70 was a misogynistic fuckhead, the he was the nice guy who would make love to you only if you wanted him to.  He existed merely as a means to an end, the token hot guy who helps the damaged broken girl and maybe shows her that love, yes love, is really all you need.  Pass me that bucket whilst I blow chunks of feminist rage.

Eightly - This is the first crime novel I have ever read.  I have never read a single review, nor have I read any discussions or whatever.  And yet I managed to solve the mystery of the whole book before either Mikael or Lisabeth.  I emailed my theories to two friends when I started the book and I was right about all of them.  Maybe if more time had been took into building a more convincing and interesting story line, and less time put into gloifyingly brutal rape scenes, then maybe this 5"7, 139lb girl, with one tattoo and 5 piercings wouldn't have been able to crack this pathetically lame and boring mystery.  Also, am I supposed to care about the Vangers? because well, I could care less.  But I really don't.

Ninth - Show not Tell was obviously not something that Larsson was aware of.  I lost count of the number of times the characters make sandwiches and we get a full run down of the contents they put on the bread.  Yes, characters eat, but I do not need a full on break down every damn time they want a snack.  It was laboriously boring and dull and pointless. If something horrifically digustingly violent wasn't happening, then it was descriptions of cups of coffee and what pickle they had on their sandwich for lunch that day.  

Tenth - Reading about violently disturbing rape scenes which serve no purpose to the storyline makes me sad.  It had little to no literary purpose except to further cement the fact that this book was far from a feminist read.

Eleventh - This book was prime time fucked up.  I won't be reading the sequel.  I've had quite enough of this anti feminist, misogynistic shit.  Now, I'm going to read a book about a princess, and hope the vivid vile images retreat into thin air.  And yes, I deleted the e-book when I finished reading.  I am rather sad I christened my Kobo with it to be quite honest.