New year, new… uh…

So this is the new year / But I don’t feel any different 
—”The New Year”, Death Cab for Cutie

This was meant to be the first post of the year but I love The Girl Who Played with Fire so much that I posted my reflection on it before I wrote this one. Oh well.

Anyway, somehow I was not particularly excited with this turn of the year… or any turn of any year, for that matter. Perhaps some would use the term no life but I don’t quite agree with such a derogatory phrase. Nobody has “no life”; they just live theirs differently.

Like my brother who “lived” his New Year’s Eve with a sleepover with his friends or my parents with a “honeymoon” in their new apartment or I with my party at home with only my two sisters as both the host and guest. We ordered a box of jumbo-sized pizza and we watched DVDs until our eyes gave up. It wasn’t a loud party, of course; in fact, the neighborhood was pretty much quiet, except for the sound of the explosions of early new year’s fireworks in the sky. My sisters and I just had small talks and occasionally make amusing comments on the mistranslated subtitles from the movie. We pretty much enjoyed our small party until our eyes went heavy and gave up just minutes before the supposedly new year’s countdown.

And we retreated to our rooms just as the countdown reached zero. Through my room’s window I saw the fireworks from all directions shot up to the sky, painting the dark, cloudy night with flares of reds and greens and blues and yellows for mere seconds. Very short of time. Like the whole new year’s celebration thing that died down all of a sudden after just an hour of temporary euphoria. Then I spent the rest of the night reading until I decided to sleep at two in the morning.

That’s life too, you know.

Reflection on: The Girl Who Played with Fire

I have just turned the final page of The Girl Who Played with Fire—the sequel to The Girl with the Dragon Tattoowhich happened to be the last novel I read in 2012 (although it was more like a year-transition read).

Unlike the first novel which I picked up without expecting anything, this time I brought it home with eagerness. The book cover had the comment “a gripping, stay-up-all-night read”—and I certainly hoped for a thrill-packed read… and I got what I was promised. I finished the hell of the brick in four days and I already want to read it all over again!

In this book, Lisbeth Salander is wanted nationwide for murder but as a “friend” Mikael Blomkvist believes Salander would never commit such murder. Blomkvist’s investigation of her innocence leads to the revelation the dark, disturbing background of the super-intelligent outcasted girl that is Lisbeth Salander.

For me knowing the relation between the murder and Salander’s past is the most thrilling part it’s almost unbelievable. And it’s really touching when Salander’s past is revealed. Lisbeth’s life is a tragedy and I couldn’t help feeling the utmost sympathy to Salander—it’s almost painful knowing what makes her the way she is.

My next mission is picking up the third—and apparently final—one! And thus upon its accomplishment my life will be complete.

I always thought Dan Brown writes the thrilling-est thriller, but when I read the Millennium series, I feel Larsson beats him by a mile!