I think the main reason, and it is an emotional reaction, I admit, but the main reason I am so enthusiastic about Steig Larsson's books featuring Lisbeth Salander is that he really got it. He really dug how insidious the little mannerisms of men in daily life that indicate their mental dismissiveness of women having any significance, not to mention that awful slope we continually toil during our lifetimes while learning, either through ghastly first-hand experience, or by way of heartbreak recounted by our sisterhood, or through the media, about the myriad young women snared by the sex trade traffic all over this globe or murdered by their fathers, brothers, husbands, pimps or boyfriends. I have sobbed and sobbed reading about the young brides in India who are burned to death so their inlaws can obtain another bride and yet another dowry, and over women in Central Asia and the Middle East who are killed by their own families because they have been raped or have even given the appearance of having dishonored the family in some way. The baby girls smothered at birth, thrown out, exposed to the elements. Life is often cruel and unfair, but the bias against the sex I was born one of stuns me.