After the last Dexter (the one I scathingly refer to as Dexter Does Hollywood) I swore I’d never read another Dexter novel. I felt pretty good about that decision until I stumbled across Dexter Is Dead in the library.
Hell.
We needed an audiobook and if Lindsay killed Dexter off, maybe I could gloat about it and be more satisfied with the ending?
Well. Yea. No. It wasn’t a bad book but I really would rather have not read it. Or the one before it.
But now DEXTER IS DEAD, (he’d better be, for godsake), and it’s over.