5★
Diffidently NOT for the squeamish
It's not easy being a serial killer, especially when you absolutely hate blood even though your job is in a crime lab in a police department doing blood analysis. But, hey... somebody has to do it, and these are all folks that absolutely deserved to die...so he's just "helping them out". If you watched the TV show... (and of course I did), I think I even have a few seasons on DVD...then you will feel right at home with the Dexter books. He's been described as a "killer with a conscience"...and it's been said that "It takes a monster to catch a monster." There are 7 of these books and each one will take you back and seat you in front of your TV. You might want to skip the refreshments. If you have a really dark and twisted sense of humor, and like reading about rather dark and twisted vigilantes, then you definitely need to spend some time and make friends with Dexter Morgan. Note: The author, Jeff Lindsay, reads the books on audio. ( )

The second in the Dexter series, this time the Miami PD and Dexter, our charming psychopath serial killer, are trying to find "Dr. Danco", a nickname that refers to his method of turning ex-Special Ops into vegetables. Sergeant Doakes, the man who hates Dexter the most but can't figure out why, has a history with Dr. Danco and may be on the list of men being hunted. That leaves him with no choice but to work with Dexter.
It seems implausible to say these are fun reads, but Dexter is such a witty guy that they are fun. ( )

Definitely more than a little gross at times, but still good cheeky humor. I'm not sure I like this series, but I definitely don't hate it. ( )

I stayed up way past my bedtime a couple of nights in a row reading this for two reasons: 1) I found the book impossible to put down, and 2) I was so creeped out I couldn't have slept anyway.

Just as I experienced with the first in the series, this book quickly pulled me in and refused to let go. Dexter is his usual charming and eerily captivating self; following him and his Dark Passenger around is a fascinating exercise in realizing I can like someone and, at the same time, never want to spend a moment in the same room with him. In this instalment, Jeff Lindsay has developed not only a unique and engrossing main character but also a truly messed up villain whose victims (what's left of them) are the stuff of nightmares.

And yet, despite the horribly macabre subject matter, the book is extremely funny. There's an undercurrent of dark humour running through the pages that had me chuckling aloud numerous times. (And then promptly feeling guilty about it; like laughing at a funeral.)

Is this the best thriller plot in the world? Not by a long shot. Yet I loved every minute of it, even when some of the details of the police investigation got a little farfetched. Can't wait to dive into the third in the series! ( )

I’m a warped individual. At thirteen my hero was Hannibal Lecter (he killed rude people—c’MON!). So when I heard there were two books about a serial killer who only kills serial killers I new I had to check them out. Oh boy. ‘Black humour’ isn’t a big enough phrase, my twisted friends. I was cackling at nearly every other page as our boy hunted down someone who was offing people in a particularly gruesome way. This is the second of the two, though they don’t need to be read in order (the first is Darkly Dreaming Dexter). [The series falls off after this--the show is better.] ( )