I'm working my way through the Steig Larsson “Millennium Trilogy” right now and for the life of me, I can't explain why. The first one had a very boring introduction and a plot hole big enough for Ron Jeremy to have sex with; the female character is compelling but blank in an homage to Bella Swan Cullen; the sex is either waves-crashing-on-the-shoreline vague or Too Much Frickin' Information. And yet, I can't stop staying up far past my bedtime to find out how the damn stories are going to resolve. Ugh.