The scene might be going very normally, even transferring to a vulnerable state, you are fully immersed and suddenly, there is a random sex scene out of nowhere.
The way he describes his female characters from the male protagonists' side is so jarring, too. Really pulls me out of the story and sometimes even makes me question if I should keep reading or not.
I am especially disappointed in the last book and more concretely in how things ended with Camilla. It seems so out of character that Lisbeth hesitated to kill her. How can a person with eidetic memory realise decades later that her sister was abused by their father? Lisbeth might be cold and struggle with empathy, but she is not stupid. She was a victim of SA herself. So she out of all people would have realised that very fast, not the second she pointed her gun at her twin. There are moments where she even blames Camilla for what happened to their mother and suddenly doing a 180 and walking away was so out of character.
Also, didn't Camilla's people kill Blomkvists' colleague? Didn't they torture him? Where is Mikael's rage towards her? He should be willing to at least seek to avenge him in a way.
I was waiting for a fight between the twins and wanted Lisbeth to have the revenge that has been building up for the past books. But all I got was this sentimental, messy ending where Camilla just... burns to death? And it's not even Lisbeth who caused it? There is no confrontation, nothing going on between them. Sisters who have decades of hatred towards each other deserved a proper ending.
I think, Larsson's Lisbeth would have ended things very differently.
What are your opinions?
Hi!
I (24F) come from a family where no one apologised, everything just went back to 'normal'.
After huge fights where my dad used to shout and bang his fists on the table, he would start acting normal again without any kind of apology or explanation of what has happened after some time. He would explode about something he did not like, cause a huge scene, storm out and then come back like nothing happened, or with that angry aura around him that lingered for days.
Even my mum was always like this. She rarely shouted but she was always passive-aggressive. She would comment on my and my sibling's weight with this 'helpful' tone, "If you lost, maybe 3-4 kilograms, that dress would look better on you," or sometimes straight mean comments about how we looked. And she never apologised after we expressed that her words hurt us. She would just call us dramatic, scoff and leave. Sometimes, her remarks would bring us to tears but that still was not enough for her to say "sorry".
Now that I am adult, I have observed that I am not good at neither self-expression, nor conflict mitigation. It causes me a lot of anxiety and I don't know how to settle things correctly. Instead of speaking about it, like any reasonable adult would, I catch myself shutting down and wanting to run away.
I hated this trait in my parents, so I don't want to continue it and I force myself to sit through it, apologise properly and figure the shit out I am dealing with.
Those of you who have been through similar things, how do you manage it? What helped you? What else can I do to be better?
Thank you! :)
Hi!
I (24F) grew up in a household where my father considered that emotions were a weakness, especially for a man. He would play with us here and there when we were kids, but as time went by, he stopped even that. For him, showing love and care to us was a weakness and said that it was just a mother's responsibility.
He's hardworking man, that's for sure and took care of all the finances, but even when he was not working, he was always angry, snappy, and gave me judgement instead of love and support every child needs. Would shout at me for any kind of inconvenience happening around me even if it was not my fault. I had to repeat what I had to say several times in my head before I even approached him.
I believed for over two decades that he did not love me at all and he wished that I was not born or born a boy.
I also never had any romantic attention growing up. Neither at middle or high school, neither at the first university or the second one I am currently in. If I tried to take the first step towards someone, I was met with humiliation, like me having feelings for them was an insult to them. If I was approached first, it was always a prank or a dare they lost to their friends, and it always ended with, 'how did you consider that anyone would actually like you?!'.
Both of these together created a very confusing situation for me.
When a man, especially someone older, shows any kind of attention towards me, I have to remind myself that this is a normal human interaction. Even if it's a lecturer and just doing his job, or asking me if I am okay when I look frustrated or in pain. Of course, rationally, I understand that there are people who express care because they are genuinely good people or they care about all of their students, but this other side of me cannot comprehend that there is a difference between these two types of care/love. This is especially strong with lecturers who take extra time to make sure everything is fine with me and I understand the topic, or are just very patient and gentle.
I have also observed that I am seeking validation from them? Even if the person is an asshole and generally mean to students, I catch myself wanting to get on their better side, or be the only student they are not mean to.
Has anyone else experienced this? How do you deal with it? I have never acted on it, of course, but it's so frustrating!
Hi! I (24F) grew up in a household where my father considered that emotions were a weakness, especially for a man. He would play with us here and there when we were kids, but as time went by, he stopped even that. For him, showing love and care to us was a weakness and said that it was just a mother's responsibility.
He's hardworking man, that's for sure and took care of all the finances, but even when he was not working, he was always angry, snappy, and gave me judgement instead of love and support every child needs. Would shout at me for any kind of inconvenience happening around me even if it was not my fault.
I believed for over two decades that he did not love me at all and he wished that I was not born or born a boy.
I also never had any romantic attention growing up. Neither at middle or high school, neither at the first university or the second one I am currently in. If I tried to take the first step towards someone, I was met with humiliation, like me having feelings for them was an insult to them. If I was approached first, it was always a prank or a dare they lost to their friends, and it always ended with, 'how did you consider that anyone would actually like you?!'.
Both of these together created a very confusing situation for me.
When a man, especially someone older, shows any kind of attention towards me, even if it's a lecturer and just doing his job, or asking me if I am okay when I look frustrated or in pain, I have to remind myself that this is a normal human interaction. Of course, rationally, I understand that there are people who express care because they are genuinely good people, but this other side of me cannot comprehend that there is a difference between these two. This is especially strong with lecturers who take extra time to make sure everything is fine with me, or are just very patient and gentle.
I have also observed that I am seeking validation from them? Even if the person is an asshole and generally mean to students, I catch myself wanting to get on their better side, or be the only student they are not mean to.
Has anyone else experienced this? How do you deal with it? I have never acted on it, of course, but it's so frustrating!