I finished The Girl Who Played With Fire yesterday. The ending was a bit over the top if you think that someone who's been shot in the head and buried alive wouldn't normally be able to dig themselves out and go on a killing spree but I still enjoyed it and just ordered the third book.
While I was making dinner for the kids I overheard this conversation:
L (4 years old): Santa is just a man in dress up.
Ex-cuse me? Where did that come from?
K (6 years old): You're not supposed to say that. I know it, and Mommy knows it, but Papa doesn't know it.
K: You can't tell Papa or he'll be sad.
Poor Ralf. I'll have to try to find the right moment to break it to him.