America’s most-read, most-watched, and most beloved serial killer—Dexter Morgan—is back. After selling more than one million copies and inspiring the wildly popular #1 Showtime series and top-rated crime drama on pay-cable television, New York Times bestselling author Jeff Lindsay returns with his most hilarious, macabre, and purely entertaining novel yet.
Dexter Morgan has always lived a happy homicidal life. He keeps his dark urges in check by adhering to one steadfast rule . . . he only kills very bad people. But now Dexter is experiencing some major life changes—don’t we all?—and they’re mostly wrapped up in the eight-pound curiosity that is his newborn daughter. Family bliss is cut short, however, when Dexter is summoned to investigate the disappearance of a seventeen-year-old girl who has been running with a bizarre group of goths who fancy themselves to be vampires. As Dexter gets closer to the truth of what happened to the missing girl, he realizes they are not really vampires so much as cannibals. And, most disturbing . . . these people have decided they would really like to eat Dexter.
Jeff Lindsay’s bestselling, dark, ironic, and oftentimes laugh-out-loud hilarious novels about the lovable serial killer with no soul (but a redeeming desire to kill only people who deserve it) have gained a legion of fans and assumed a place in our culture.
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Still worth it
It was a change with the author reading it but about halfway through I found that it didn't really matter to me. Still a great book and I plan on finishing the books even if the narrator isnt the greatest.
The book is well written and entertaining
The book meets the usual high standards of the writer. The basic problem with the book is the reader. His voice is "okay", but it is definitely not the professional level of the gentleman who read the other 4 books. Mr. Lindsay should concentrate on his writing and let professionals do the reading. His voice doesn't convey the nuances of the characters that I have come to expect from this series.
Worst Dexter Book Yet...
This book should have been called "Dexter is a Dithering Dolt". This is a character that was made popular by his predator instincts, superior intellect, and physical superiority. The character in this book couldn't figure out even the most obvious things, demonstrated exactly zero survival instincts, even at the most basic level, and got his behind handed to him every other page. I waited around for the entire book for the real Dexter to make an appearance, and it never happened. I've noticed this in the TV show to. Dexter is turning into Buster Keaton, a tame goof who always gets by via extraordinary dumb luck. After a while, that smacks of unreality and gets real boring, especially when the real Dexter, who can avoid trouble or get out of it with his extraordinary skill sets, never makes an appearance anymore.
-Would any killer with even remotely attuned survival instincts drive all the way to a police station before checking the contents of a plastic bag that he fears may have body parts from his last victim in it? Really? He wouldn't pull over in one of the thousands of places available on the way to the police station and check it out there where nobody was around? Really?
- Would anybody with even a modicum of sense, leave behind all means of communication with the outside world as they were headed into a shootout? Would anyone with an assault rifle and cover bypass shooting at their enemy in open sight but instead go for a one on many frontal assault?
This books was just chock full of Dexter making one stupid move after another, and then laboriously explaining his never ending confusion in excruciation repetitiveness and detail. Please bring back the old Dexter, someone a person could admire instead of cringe at.
Dexter is getting awfully close to jumping the shark as a character.