Stieg Larsson. I intend to add to it with much joy. I finished the first and second books through the night - on two separate nights. Till four a.m. Or something. The third took two nights but it's a monster of a book. I should be given an award for super-fast reader. Really.
The stories they tell are fairly straightforward crime fiction. That the villains are mostly 'men who hate women' (the Swedish title for the first book in the series) helped me relate to the stories better, one can't help but feel a sneaking sympathy for villains who are evil for the heck of it. I can hate the villains in these books with all my feminist passion and not feel an iota of grief over their deaths. Cool, no?
See, that's the thing. It's impossible to write hoity-toity reviews, analysing plot and character for these books. They sucked in me in, literally, and continue to have a deep, emotional hold on me.
These books have been translated from Swedish. The fact that they come from another cultural environment - unlike the annoyingly moralistic English or American crime fiction - is beautifully obvious. Highly recommended.