I’ve rarely read a good thriller that didn’t, at some point, rely on coin­ci­dence to advance its plot. But noth­ing undoes a thriller like a poorly man­aged coin­ci­dence, & The Girl Who Played with Fire, the late Swedish mys­tery author Stieg Larsson’s dis­ap­point­ing follow-​up to The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, con­tains sev­eral. The most bla­tant simply insult the reader’s intel­li­gence (I real­ize these won’t make much sense to anyone who hasn’t read the first book):

• Salan­der just hap­pens to walk into an unfa­mil­iar bar where her evil guardian just hap­pens to be talk­ing to the man he has hired to kill her. Just how small is Stock­holm?

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Futons.

Oh, finally.