Lornographic Material

Day three of my Dexter Morgan marathon, and Book Three is done. I might actually do this Seven Books in Seven Days Challenge. Yay me. *cue crickets and awkward glances*

I think I'm in the minority when I say that I liked this one very much, but I know why most readers (or, if you prefer, fans of this series) did not like it. People enjoy their comfort zones. Dexter in the Dark takes fans of the series out an established realistic environ by alluding to a possible supernatural origin to the Dark Passenger. I mean, how dare Lindsay suddenly want to do something different mid-series? The sheer audacity of a move like that! Imagine if Alex Cross suddenly found himself up against demons, and Columbo began slaying werewolves with a cast of his lazy eye. Ludicrous!

(Oh, lookey there, I spelled "ludicrous" right this time! Take that, Ludacris!)

I understand you have to follow certain rules when you take on a series. But I also know how soul crushing repetition can be. Nothing dampens a fiery imagination like a bucket full of monotony. Lindsay tried something new, and fans balked. Yet, in my opinion, he was vaguely successful in branching out. I dug the concept. I don't think I would have went full on evil-older-than-man to explain Dexter's inner bad boy, but it is what it is. I give him an A for effort.

Once again, because I listened to this one, we have a split decision on our hands. Three stars for the story, and five for the performance. So, you guessed it, four stars.

In summation: Lindsay swings for the fences and connects. Some fans see this book as a foul ball, but I prefer to think of it as an on-base. It's definitely not a home run, and I have no idea where these fucking baseball metaphors are coming from. I hate baseball. Goddamn it...

Final Judgment: Cody ex Machina.