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.
*Synopsis and photo from Goodreads
Dexter, oh, Dexter, what happened? Just when I thought our “friendly” serial killer will be able to redeem himself from the last bout, he goes and does something so out of character. I know it’s my fault for expecting too much and giving high regard to the TV show Dexter, but I can’t help it since it’s the series who brought the book to my attention in the first place. This book did it for me, though. There is no way I can still think that Dexter series and Dexter novel are one and the same, even though it’s Michael C. Hall’s face I see whenever I read the book. It’s better to think of them as two separate individuals.
Going through the 7th installment of the series, I feel like I miss a book or two because the characters are not like what I remembered them to be. Astor became a sullen teenager, but sure it can be explained as “part of growing up”. There’s Rita, who completely lost all the ability to form a phrase, much less a sentence which is just so frustrating. And finally, Dexter, who’s all of a sudden is so far from the Dexter I grew to love, he turned dumb and horrible and just totally unlikeable. Yes, I know he’s a serial killer and that should be enough to not like him, and I can understand his lack of emotions and self-absorbed demeanor, but to throw away the life he’s carefully built for fame is just so unlike Dexter. One moment he cares about his daughter so much to the point of stopping his “hobby”, taking Astor and Cody under his wing and teaching them the Harry Code, and the next moment he just doesn’t give a care anymore.
The plot actually looked interesting and fun. But that was just at the beginning. With Dexter having to babysit an actor who’s constantly on his tail to observe what he’s doing as a blood spatter analyst, it means a halt on his hobby. And then, there’s a stalking fan of the lead actress who also happens to be a serial killer, Dexter needs to do something about it. But then, things took on a disappointing turn when Dexter fell in love with the actress and started fantasizing a life with glitz and glamour and abandoning his family. And if that’s not enough, there’s another killer on the loose. Don’t get me started on the ending, it is just unsatisfactory. A cliff-hanger ending to make sure people will pick up the next and hopefully final book. The writing is okay, though I believe a good 20 pages could be shed off because all it talks about are food Dexter is about to consume. Overall? A really disappointing read despite the slightly interesting premise. Nevertheless, I’d still finish the series.