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I didn’t expect to enjoy The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. I picked a copy up on the cheap a few years back, part of a workshop I was taking where one of the exercises involved best-selling novels. There was a remarkable dearth of best-sellers on my bookshelves at the time, so I grabbed a bunch of ebooks to get me up to the quota I needed: Stieg Larson; one of the Alex Cross books; the most recent Nora Roberts I could find. I loved the Roberts. Didn’t enjoy Kill Alex Cross, but developed an appreciation for what James Paterson does via books like Zoo and his Bookshots Novellas. And yet, despite all that, I still went into Steig Larson’s crime novel with a sense of trepidation. It occupied that space: a best-seller. Not my thing. A book loaded with assumptions predicated on how much it sells, none of which it actually fulfilled when I sat down and devoured it in the space of a single evening. At the same time, I’m gearing up for tutorials this semester. I’ve got ten weeks of talking writing and genre fictions, theory and practice. I’m gearing up for the usual vehemence that tends to get directed against certain novels: The Da Vinci Code; Twilight; Fifty Shades of Grey. Easy targets because they’re popular books, and the people perceived as their target audience are easily disregarded. They’re easy books to identify what you’re against as a reader, even if you’ve never read one of