Dexter Morgan, blood splatter analyst and part time serial killer, uncovers a world of vampires and cannibals in Miami.
I guess this was like the book equivalent of diet coke. Kinda bland and it isn't exactly going to change your life but it'll do if you can't have the real thing.
This was just a bit of DumbBook I started reading between better books and I decided to finish it against my best wishes. It was alright and I guess entertaining enough but I wouldn't exactly recommend it. Only if you really like the series. It dumbs the weird Owl Cult thing they had last book and generally tries to return to a simpler time in the series so that was nice.
I couldn't help but sit there and think about the morality of the situation, about how terrible Dexter is as a person and his forced "humanity" awakening that takes place in the book just feels forced, overwrought and poorly written. Psychopaths and sociopaths don't just "get better" and you'd think Jeff Lindsay would have known that. Maybe he did and just didn't care. I don't know.
Can't recommend
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