I was reading The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest for most of yesterday. At midnight I decided I needed to know how it ended and decided to stay awake until I had finished it. At about 08:00 this morning I finished it, had an emotional moment, had a quick bath and drove out to watch my nephew play football.
Perhaps missing out on a nights sleep was not the most sensible idea, but it shows my feeling about this series of books. They are fantastic. The pace of the three books are quite different, but each is brilliant in its own way. Such a shame there will be no more.