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I'll spare you any scenes of rape, statutory with a nigger (I double checked, Larsson, like a good shitlib makes it a point to let us know about his teenage interracial fantasies), or otherwise. But I'll give you a couple of descriptions of her instead:
Lisbeth also HATES being flat chested and lacking hips.
Emphasis my own, naturally.Armansky’s star researcher was a pale, anorexic young woman who had hair as short as a fuse, and a pierced nose and eyebrows. She had a wasp tattoo about an inch long on her neck, a tattooed loop around the biceps of her left arm and another around her left ankle. On those occasions when she had been wearing a tank top, Armansky also saw that she had a dragon tattoo on her left shoulder blade. She was a natural redhead, but she dyed her hair raven black. She looked as though she had just emerged from a week-long orgy with a gang of hard rockers.
She did not in fact have an eating disorder, Armansky was sure of that. On the contrary, she seemed to consume every kind of junk food. She had simply been born thin, with slender bones that made her look girlish and fine-limbed with small hands, narrow wrists, and childlike breasts. She was twenty-four, but she sometimes looked fourteen.
Lisbeth also HATES being flat chested and lacking hips.
In the second book, where she fucks the teenaged nigger (she is 26 at this point):She got out of bed and stood by the window, restlessly peering into the dark. The hardest thing for her was to show herself naked to another person for the first time. She was convinced that her skinny body was repulsive. Her breasts were pathetic. She had no hips to speak of. She did not have much to offer.
And don't get it twisted. Lisbeth may be a sped, but she's a good sped, into mathematics and hacking and other kewl, useful stuff. Not, you know, Pokemon and anime, like actual speds. And, despite being raped, despite being a sperg, she isn't one of those icky, useless sex-repulsed or asexual girlies. No, she likes sex. To her negro boytoy (emphasis on boy):She had doll-like, almost delicate limbs, small hands, and hardly any hips. But now she had breasts. All her life she had been flat-chested, as if she had never reached puberty. She thought it had looked ridiculous, and she was always uncomfortable showing herself naked. Now, all of a sudden, she had breasts. They were by no means gigantic —that was not what she had wanted, and they would have looked ridiculous on her otherwise skinny body—but they were two solid, round breasts of medium size. The enlargement had been well done, and the proportions were reasonable. But the difference was dramatic, both for her looks and for her self-confidence.
To Blomkvist, the journalist haggot who is Larsson's blatant self-insert:Young Bland had been a perfect initiation for her new self.
Thank you, Larsson. Very cool. Rest in piss.Apart from that she was a quite normal woman, with the same desires and sex drive as every other woman.
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