Dexter Morgan no es precisamente la clase de hombre que presentarias a mama. Su tendencia al asesinato puede resultar algo desconcertante. Pero en el fondo de su corazon Dexter es el perfecto caballero; un apoyo para su hermana, Deb, miembro de la policia de Miami, y alguien interesado solo en terminar con gente que de verdad se merece su visita especial. Aunque es un hombre atractivo, Dexter se muestra totalmente indiferente, y, con franqueza, un poco perplejo, ante las atenciones que le prestan las mujeres. Y, pese al hecho de que no soporta la vision de la sangre, trabaja como analista de restos de restos de sangre para la policia de Miami, una labor que le permite estar al dia de los ultimos crimenes y mantenerse ojo avizor ante la siguiente presa.

OK novel about a serial killer who channels his obsession into "good" killings of other killers. A good read but I'm not sure about the morality of it. ( )

3.5
"whatever made me the way I am left me hollow, empty inside, unable to feel. It doesn't seem like a big deal. I'm quite sure most people fake an awful lot of everyday human contact. I just fake all of it. I fake it very well, and the feelings are never there. But I like kids. I could never have them, since the idea of sex is no idea at all. Imagine doing those things -- how can you? Where's your sense of dignity?"
Ha! Agreed.

Dexter the blood specialist in Miami-Dade Police department, has to contend with an officer named Detective migdia laGuerta. She is an ass kisser, and thus high up in their department. She also likes Dexter:
"She stood, still smiling, and before I could retreat she had flung her arms around my neck to give me a hug. 'I really do appreciate it,' she said. 'You make me feel -- VERY grateful. And she rubbed her body against mine in a way that could only be called suggestive. Surely there could be no question of -- I mean, here she was, a defender of public morality, and yet right here in public -- and even in the privacy of a bank vault I would have been truly uninterested in being rubbed by her body. Not to mention the fact that I had just handed her a rope with the hope that she would use it to hang herself, which hardly seemed like the sort of thing one would celebrate by -- well really, had the whole world gone mad? What is it with humans? Is this all any of them ever thinks about?
Feeling something very close to panic, I tried to disentangle myself. 'Please, detective--'
'call me migdia,' she said, clinging and rubbing harder. She reached a hand down to the front of my pants and I jumped. on the plus side, my action dislodged the amorous detective. On the negative side, she spun sideways, hit the desk with her hip, and tripped over her chair, landing sprawled out on the floor.
'i, -- I really have to get back to work,' I stammered. 'There's an important, ah--' however, I couldn't think of anything more important than running for my life, so I backed out of the cubicle, leaving her looking after me.
It didn't seem a particularly friendly look."

" 'and does "I don't know" mean you don't know whether you're going to tell me, or does it mean that you really don't know if that's you in the picture?'
'I'm pretty sure it isn't me, deborah,' I repeated. 'But I really don't know for sure. It looks like me, doesn't it?'
'shit,' she said, and kicked the chair where it lay. It slammed into the table. 'How can you not know, goddamn it?!'
'It is a little tough to explain.'
'Try!'
I opened my mouth, but for once in my life nothing came out. As if everything else wasn't bad enough, I seemed to be all out of clever, too. 'I just -- I've been having these... Dreams, but -- deb, I really don't know,' I said, and I may have actually mumbled it."

Dexter is a person who was severely traumatized as a baby, but was adopted by Harry the policeman. Dexter has a sister named Deborah. Dexter cannot feel anything, but he certainly has his morals in the right place. And he's hilariously funny too, most of the time, except when camera footage at the hockey arena catches what looks to be Dexter in a criminal act.

I've never seen or heard of the show, and I don't plan to. Seriously, aPriL, I don't know how you find the time for all the reading you do, plus being able to watch this show. ( )

Not for me.

If you've watched the show, don't bother reading the series. At the very least don't bother reading this first book in the series.
As I read I knew exactly where the plot was going, and this is a case where I believe the show was better then the book. The character played out better in the show, especially the namesake. Dexter and his Dark Passenger really played out best in the show versus being described in the novel.
I will not be continuing to read the series, as I feel like I got enough from watching the show. ( )