I love Dexter. I love the books, I love the show, I love the whole concept of this monster hero with the wry sense of humour. It satisfies my need for Dark.
This most recent book of the series is Dex at his best. Who else would he feel at home with than the seemingly soulless Hollywood machine?
Our poor dark hero is the model for a new TV show and finds himself being observed at his workplace by an overly interested actor. This makes it hard for Dexter to do his dark deeds, harder still to work on his cases while he has to babysit stars and duck paparazzi. Still, Dreamy Dex finds himself caught up in the machinations and romanticism of Hollywood life, even while the body count grows.
You can never get enough Dexter!
From the back flap:
Hollywood gets more than it bargained for when television's hottest star arrives at the Miami Police Department and develops an intense, professional interest in a camera-shy blood spatter analyst named Dexter Morgan.
Mega-star Robert Chase is famous for losing himself in his characters. When he and a group of actors descend on the Miami Police Department for "research," Chase becomes fixated on Dexter Morgan, the blood spatter analyst with a sweet tooth for doughnuts and a seemingly average life. To perfect his role, Chase is obsessed with shadowing Dexter's every move and learning what really makes him tick. There is just one tiny problem . . . Dexter's favorite hobby involves hunting down the worst killers to escape legal justice, and introducing them to his special brand of playtime. It's a secret best kept out of the spotlight and away from the prying eyes of bloated Hollywood egos if Dexter wants to stay out of the electric chair. The last thing he needs is bright lights and the paparazzi. . . but even Dexter isn't immune to the call of fame.
Jeff Lindsay's razor sharp, devilish wit, and immaculate pacing prove that he is in a class of his own, and this new novel is his most masterful creation yet.
