Dexter by Design

I'm officially done with the Dexter books. The television series is so much more well written and perfectly plotted, with the most believably unbelievable twists. Jeff Lindsey has allowed for this very interesting character to stagnate and his books to ride on the coattails of the popularity of the Showtime series. Aside from a couple of laugh-out-loud moments, this book went nowhere for me: uninteresting bad guy, uninteresting “good” guy, unbelievable motivations, actions and conclusion.

I stuck with the books because of my loyalty to the first installment, but I'm quitting; there just isn't enough time in the world for a mediocre reading experience, no matter what expectations have been created by earlier works. How disappointing.