Take a photo of a barcode or cover
kerstynleigh 's review for:
Dexter's Final Cut
by Jeff Lindsay
Lindsay should have stuck with alliteration and called this book "Dexter the Dick," or "Douchebag Dexter."
More to come.
Post-Read: I would like to pull each individual page from this book, employ some scissors and modpodge, and craft a trashcan from them. Because that's what this book is. A trashcan.
JEFF LINDSAY IS AN AMAZING WRITER. DEXTER IS A DELIGHTFUL CHARACTER. So what the hell happened? I honestly don't think I can say, because the honest answer is probably...everything. Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong.
I liked desirous Dexter. I liked him a lot. He was intriguing, and some of my favourite parts of the series have been Dexter feeling things. Every time he has ever proclaimed his distinct lack of human feelings, I have always thought, "The monster doth protest too much, methinks." He's got feelings, sometimes, and he hates them. Which I love. I loved experiencing them with the weird LSD trip. I loved experiencing them with Lilly Anne. And I was starting to like them with Jackie Forrest. (I think it's hot when Dexter has sex. Sorry, not sorry.)
And then the entire series totally jumped the frigging shark. Astor? Really, Astor? And Dexter's ability to give up on hischarade family so quickly? Even Lilly Anne? And the way he missed every single obvious clue throughout the entire book? Dexter has frequently been dense when it comes to seeing the answers that are right in front of him, but I couldn't suspend my disbelief nearly enough to truly enjoy this story.
I'm about to start Dexter is Dead. I'm hoping for Dexter Redeemed. We'll see.
More to come.
Post-Read: I would like to pull each individual page from this book, employ some scissors and modpodge, and craft a trashcan from them. Because that's what this book is. A trashcan.
JEFF LINDSAY IS AN AMAZING WRITER. DEXTER IS A DELIGHTFUL CHARACTER. So what the hell happened? I honestly don't think I can say, because the honest answer is probably...everything. Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong.
I liked desirous Dexter. I liked him a lot. He was intriguing, and some of my favourite parts of the series have been Dexter feeling things. Every time he has ever proclaimed his distinct lack of human feelings, I have always thought, "The monster doth protest too much, methinks." He's got feelings, sometimes, and he hates them. Which I love. I loved experiencing them with the weird LSD trip. I loved experiencing them with Lilly Anne. And I was starting to like them with Jackie Forrest. (I think it's hot when Dexter has sex. Sorry, not sorry.)
And then the entire series totally jumped the frigging shark. Astor? Really, Astor? And Dexter's ability to give up on his
I'm about to start Dexter is Dead. I'm hoping for Dexter Redeemed. We'll see.