Darkly Dreaming Sequel

This week I dumped the slogging Inherent Vice, and tried to pick up a fresh start with the sequel to Darkly Dreaming Dexter, called Dearly Devoted Dexter, so far I'm very happy with the results. It gives you the same amount of goosebumps as the last book, but there is something missing. This book gives you more laughs, but it lacks the discovery of Dexter Morgan, i guess that's what you get when you read a sequel. Dexter has become somewhat of a couch potato, instead of slaying baddies he's at home with his girlfriends kids playing around trying to act normal, but how normal can you be when you're a serial killer. In this book, author Jeff Lindsay really ups the ante with the killing, but it's not so much Dexter. There's a new kid in town and the way Lindsay describes the crime scene is masterful. His words have always been very playful which adds light to the otherwise pitch-black story. It would be a police procedural in anyone elses hands, but in Lindsay's the book's satire is as strong as the Miami sun that shines down on Dexter. The book maybe gruesome, but it really rewards you with its sparkling wordplay, and chilling sequences. If you want a literary roller coaster than you'd better start reading the "Dexter" series.