Deluded Review: Dearly Devoted Dexter
Sigh. These books are a huge step down from the television series. It’s like these books are some sort of outline for events and names of characters, and then the TV show literally brings it all to life. This is the second book in the Dexter series. To say that this book lacks character development or even good writing would be a huge lie. The characters are lifeless caricatures that parade around Dexter like nameless peons. I understand, the author may be doing this intentionally because of Dexter’s inability to be human and have emotions. BUT, come on. At the beginning of the book, it is revealed that Deborah now knows Dexter’s secret. This is not brought up again. Then, in the middle of the book, she nearly flips on Chutsky for buying some drugs as a cover. I’m sorry, isn’t being a serial killer worse than buying some drugs? How in the world is she coping with this? There should at least be a few tense scenes with her and Dexter or at least SOME dialogue acknowledging the fact, rather than Dexter’s witty monologues.
That is one thing the book does well – witty monologue. But one certainly cannot flesh out an entire novel out of witty monologue, at least not a novel that pretends to have other characters in it. Not only that, but it basically takes 94% of the book for some action to finally occur. I know, because I was reading it on my Kindle. It is only 94% in that we finally see the mysterious doctor, and then he is promptly shot by Deborah. What a buzzkill. Like Dexter, we as the reader were curious about the man. We wanted to know details, like why none of these super beefy secret agents can take down this four-eyed overweight dude, or his NAME, or why in the world couldn’t they ever call for police backup even if he used to be part of a covert US service? Instead, details are ignored, which makes this book even more lifeless as a whole. I am honestly a bit confused as to how these novels got past an editor, let along got picked up to be a TV show.
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