This is the second of three Dexter novels (the serial killer that only kills other serial killer and works as a forensic blood splatter expert). This book was almost as good as the first book but I felt it was a little more hard to believe. All books like these depend on a willing sense of disbelief and if I didn't love Dexter as much as I do I probably wouldn't have bought any of it. Since Dexter is such a wild and insane type of character I was willing to let all of the unbelievable go.

Before reading this book I spent about four days watching Season One of Dexter. What a fantastic series and August just can't come fast enough. This book was a nice morsel to tide me over (at least for a little while).

Now just for laughs I must quote the best line in the book. Don't worry. It's not a spoiler as it happens in the opening chapter. To truly understand how funny this is, remember that Dexter is a serial killer. He may only kill other monsters but it doesn't detract from the fact that he is pretty cold and heartless. He does, however, like kids (and he has no idea why). The scene opens and the reader believes that Dexter is stalking a victim. It turns out that,

"Dexter did not kick the can. And now Dexter is It. Again.... How can Dexter's night hunt be reduced to this?...and here I am, stalking an empty Chef Boyardee ravioli can that is guilty of nothing worse than bland sauce. Here I am, frittering away precious time losing a game I have not played since I was ten. Even worse, I am IT." (Lindsay 2-3)

Hehe. How can you not love this character!!

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