Dexter Is Delicious (Dexter Series #5)

Dexter Is Delicious (Dexter Series #5)

by Jeff Lindsay

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ISBN-13: 9780385532358
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date: 09/07/2010
Series: Dexter Series , #5
Pages: 368
Product dimensions: 9.54(w) x 11.40(h) x 1.32(d)

About the Author

Jeff Lindsay is the New York Times bestselling author of Darkly Dreaming Dexter, Dearly Devoted Dexter, Dexter in the Dark and Dexter by Design. His novels are the basis of the hit Showtime and CBS series, Dexter. He lives in South Florida with his family.

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ONE

This part of the hospital seems like foreign country to me. There is no sense of the battlefield here, no surgical teams in gore-stained scrubs trading witty remarks about missing body parts, no steely-eyed administrators with their clipboards, no herds of old drunks in wheelchairs, and above all, no flocks of wide-eyed sheep huddled together in fear at what might come out of the double steel doors. There is no stench of blood, antiseptic, and terror; the smells here are kinder, homier. Even the colors are different: softer, more pastel, without the drab, battleship utilitarianism of the walls in other parts of the building. There are, in fact, none of the sights and sounds and dreadful smells I have come to associate with hospitals, none at all. There is only the crowd of moon-eyed men standing at the big window, and to my infinite surprise, I am one of them.

We stand together, happily pressed up to the glass and cheerfully making space for any newcomer. White, black, brown; Latin, African-American, Asian-American, Creole—it doesn't matter. We are all brothers. No one sneers or frowns; no one seems to care about getting an accidental nudge in the ribs now and again, and no one, wonder of all, seems to harbor any violent thoughts about any of the others. Not even me. Instead, we all cluster at the glass, looking at the miraculous commonplace in the next room.

Are these human beings? Can this really be the Miami I have always lived in? Or has some strange physics experiment in an underground supercollider sent us all to live in Bizarro World, where everyone is kind and tolerant and happy all the time?

Where is the joyfully homicidal crowd of yesteryear? Where are the well-armed, juiced-up, half-crazed, ready-to-kill friends of my youth? Has all this changed, vanished, washed away forever in the light from yonder window?

What fantastic vision beyond the glass has taken a hallway filled with normal, wicked, face-breaking, neck-snapping humans and turned them into a clot of bland and drooling happy-wappys?

Unbelieving, I look again, and there it is. There it still is. Four neat rows of pink and brown, tiny wiggling creatures, so small and prunish and useless—and yet it is they who have turned this crowd of healthy, kill-crazy humans into a half-melted splotch of dribbling helplessness. And beyond this mighty feat of magic, even more absurd and dramatic and unbelievable, one of those tiny pink lumps has taken our Dark Dabbler, Dexter the Decidedly Dreadful, and made him, too, into a thing of quiet and contemplative chin spittle. And there it lies, waving its toes at the strip lights, utterly unaware of the miracle it has performed—unaware, indeed, even of the very toes it wiggles, for it is the absolute Avatar of Unaware—and yet, look what it has done in all its unthinking, unknowing wigglehood. Look at it there, the small, wet, sour-smelling marvel that has changed everything.

Lily Anne.

Three small and very ordinary syllables. Sounds with no real meaning—and yet strung together and attached to the tiny lump of flesh that squirms there on its pedestal, it has performed the mightiest of magical feats. It has turned Dexter Dead for Decades into something with a heart that beats and pumps true life, something that almost feels, that so very nearly resembles a human being—

There: It waves one small and mighty hand and that New Thing inside Dexter waves back. Something turns over and surges upward into the chest cavity, bounces off the ribs and attacks the facial muscles, which now spread into a spontaneous and unpracticed smile. Heavens above, was that really an emotion? Have I fallen so far, so fast?

Yes, apparently I have. There it goes again.

Lily Anne.

"Your first?" says a voice beside me, and I glance to my left—quickly, so as not to miss a single second of the spectacle on the far side of the window. A stocky Latin man stands there in jeans and a clean work shirt with Manny stitched over the pocket.

"Yes," I say, and he nods.

"I got three," he says, and smiles. "I don't get tired of it, either."

"No," I say, looking back at Lily Anne. "How could you?" She is moving her other hand now—and now both at the same time! What a remarkable child.

"Two boys," he says, shaking his head, and adds, "and at last, a girl." And I can tell from the tone of his voice that this thought makes him smile and I sneak another glance at him; sure enough, his face is stretched into an expression of happy pride that is nearly as stupid-looking as my own. "Boys can be so dumb," he says. "I really wanted a girl this time, and . . ." His smile stretches even wider and we stand together for several minutes in companionable silence, contemplating our bright and beautiful girls beyond the glass.

Lily Anne.

Lily Anne Morgan. Dexter's DNA, living and moving on through time to another generation, and more, into the far-flung future, a day beyond imagination—taking the very essence of all that is me and moving it forward past the clock-fingered reach of death, sprinting into tomorrow wrapped in Dexter's chromosomes—and looking very good doing it. Or so it seems to her loopy father.

Everything has changed. A world with Lily Anne Morgan in it is so completely unknown: prettier, cleaner, neater edges, brighter colors. Things taste better now, even the Snickers bar and cup of vending machine coffee, all I have had for twenty-four hours. The candy bar's flavor was far more subtle than I had known before, and the coffee tasted of hope. Poetry flows into my icy cold brain and trickles down to my fingertips, because all is new and wonderful now. And far beyond the taste of the coffee is the taste of life itself. Now it is something to nurture, protect, and delight in. And the thought comes from far out beyond bizarre that perhaps life is no longer something to feed on in the terrible dark frenzy of joy that has defined me until this new apocalyptic moment. Maybe Dexter's world should die now, and a new world of pink delight will spring from the ashes. And the old and terrible need to slash the sheep and scatter the bones, to spin through the wicked night like a thresher, to seed the moonlight with the tidy leftovers of Dexter's Dark Desiring? Maybe it's time to let it go, time to let it drain away until it is all gone, vanished utterly.

Lily Anne is here and I want to be different.

I want to be better than what I have been.

I want to hold her. I want to sit her on my lap and read her Christopher Robin and Dr. Seuss. I want to brush her hair and teach her about toothpaste and put Band-Aids on her knees. I want to hug her in the sunset in a room full of puppies while the band plays "Happy Birthday," and watch her grow up into wonderful beautiful cancer-curing symphony-writing adulthood, and to do that I cannot be who I have always been—and that is fine with me, because I realize one more important thing.

I don't want to be Dark Dexter anymore.

The thought is not so much a shock as a completion. I have lived my life moving in one direction and now I am there. I don't need to do those things anymore. No regrets, but no longer necessary. Now there is Lily Anne and she trumps all that other dancing in the dark. It is time to move on, time to evolve! Time to leave Old Devil Dexter behind in the dust. That part of me is complete, and now—

Now there is one small and very sour note singing in the choir of Dexter's happiness. Something is not quite right. Somewhere nearby some small gleam of the old wicked life flashes through the rosy glow of the new and a dry rattle of scales grates across the new melody.

Someone is watching me.

The thought comes as a silky whisper only one step removed from a chuckle. The Dark Passenger, as ever, is amused at the timing as well as the sentiment—but there is truth in the warning, too, and I turn very casual-careful, smile now stitched in place in the old fake way, and I scan the hallway behind me: first to the left, toward the vending machines. An old man, his shirt tucked into pants pulled much too high, leans against the soda machine with his eyes closed. A nurse walks by without seeing him.

I turn and look to the right, down to where the hallway ends in a "T" that goes one way to a row of rooms and the other way to the elevators. And there it is, as plain as a blip on any radar screen, or what is left of the blip, because someone is going around the corner toward the elevators, and all I can see is half his back as he scuttles away. Tan pants, a greenish plaid shirt, and the bottom of one athletic shoe, and he is gone, and he does not leave any explanation at all of why he was watching me, but I know that he was, and this is confirmed by the cheesy smirk I feel oozing from the Passenger, as if to say, Oh, really, we're leaving what behind?

I know of no reason in this world, or any other, why anyone would be interested in little old me. My conscience is as clean and empty as it can possibly be—which means, of course, that I have always tidied up carefully, and in any case, my conscience has the same hard reality as a unicorn.

But someone very definitely was watching me and this is oh-so-more-than-slightly bothersome, because I can think of no wholesome and happy reason why anyone would want to watch Dull-as-Dishwater Dexter, and I must now think that whatever threatens Dexter might also be a danger to Lily Anne—and this is not a thing that I can allow.

And of course the Passenger finds this highly amusing: that moments ago I was sniffing the bright buds of spring and forswearing the way of all flesh, and now I am once again up on point and eager to slay—but this is different. This is not recreational homicide. This is protecting Lily Anne, and even after these very first moments of life, I will quite happily rip the veins out of anything that comes near her, and it is with this comforting thought that I stroll to the corner of the hall and glance toward the elevator.

But there is nothing there. The hallway is empty.

I have only a few seconds to stare, barely enough time to enjoy my own slack-jawed silence, and my cell phone begins to vibrate on my hip. I draw it from its holster and glance at the number; it is Sergeant Deborah, my own adopted flesh and blood, my cop sister, no doubt calling to coo over the arrival of Lily Anne and offer me sibling best wishes. So I answer the phone.

"Hi," I say.

"Dexter," she says. "We got a shit-storm and I need you. Get down here right away."

"I'm not on duty right now," I say. "I'm on paternity leave." But before I can reassure her that Lily Anne is fine and beautiful and Rita is in a deep sleep down the hall, she gives me an address and hangs up.

I went back and said good-bye to Lily Anne. She waved her toes, rather fondly, I thought, but she didn't say anything.



TWO

The address Deborah gave me was in an old part of Coconut Grove, which meant there were no high-rises or guard booths. The houses were small and eccentric, and all the trees and bushes spread up and out into an overgrown riot of green that hid almost everything except the actual road. The street itself was small and darkened by the canopy of overhanging banyans, and there was barely room for me to steer my car through the dozen or so official vehicles that had already arrived and claimed all the parking spots. I managed to find a crevice beside a sprawling bamboo plant about a block away; I wedged my car in and took the long hike back, lugging my blood-spatter kit. It seemed much heavier than usual, but perhaps it was just that being so far from Lily Anne sapped my strength.

The house was modest and mostly hidden by plant life. It had a flat, tilted roof of the kind that had been "modern" forty years ago, and there was a strange and twisted chunk of metal out front that was probably supposed to be a sculpture of some kind. It stood in a pool of water, and a fountain squirted up next to it. Altogether it was the very picture of Old Coconut Grove.

I noticed that several of the cars parked in front looked rather federal motor pool-ish, and sure enough, when I got inside there were a couple of gray suits in among the blue uniforms and pastel guayaberas of the home team. They were all milling about in clusters, a kind of colloidal motion made up of groups—some doing question and answer, some forensics, and others just staring around for something important to do to justify the expense of driving over here and standing at a crime scene.

Deborah was in a group that could best be described as confrontational, which was no surprise to those who know her and love her. She was facing two of the suits, one of them a female FBI agent I knew, Special Agent Brenda Recht. My nemesis, Sergeant Doakes, had sicced her on me when an attempted kidnapping of my stepkids, Cody and Astor, had gone down. Even filled with the good sergeant's helpful paranoia she had not managed to prove anything against me, but she had been deeply suspicious, and I was not looking forward to renewing my acquaintance with her.

Standing beside her was a man I can only describe as a generic fed, with a gray suit and white shirt and shiny black shoes. They were both facing my sister, Sergeant Deborah, and another man I didn't know. He was blond, about six feet tall, muscular, and absurdly good-looking in a rugged, masculine way, as if God had taken Brad Pitt and decided to make him really handsome. He was staring off to the side at a floor lamp while Deborah snarled something forceful at Special Agent Recht. As I approached, Deborah glanced up and caught my eye, turned back to Special Agent Recht, and said, "Now keep your goddamned wingtips out of my crime scene! I have real work to do," and she turned away and took my arm, saying, "Over here. Take a look at this."

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Dexter Is Delicious (Dexter Series #5) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 304 reviews.
GiovanniG More than 1 year ago
To say I am a fan of these novels is an understatement. I just love the writing style of Jeff Lindsay and am just amazed at the characters he has created with this story. The entire experience for me, from front cover to the back of the novel, just flat out rocks. The cover is eye catching and very colorful, for someone as simple minded as me this is a plus. I can watch a fire or an aquarium for hours; this is almost as good. Let me just ask this question, have you read any of the Dexter series? I offer no spoilers but below the post you will find all the covers from the novels in the series; each one is as good as the other. I don't hesitate to suggest trying one or all of them if you haven't. Just click on the cover tab and enjoy. But I digress. Here is a little bit about Dexter is Delicious: "Dexter Morgan has always lived a happy homicidal life. He keeps his dark urges in check by adhering to one stead­fast rule . . . he only kills very bad people. But now Dexter is experiencing some major life changes-don't we all?-and they're mostly wrapped up in the eight-pound curiosity that is his newborn daughter. Family bliss is cut short, however, when Dexter is summoned to investigate the disappearance of a seventeen-year-old girl who has been running with a bizarre group of goths who fancy themselves to be vampires. As Dexter gets closer to the truth of what happened to the missing girl, he realizes they are not really vampires so much as cannibals. And, most disturbing . . . these people have decided they would really like to eat Dexter." Humor, action, endearing characters, and too much fun are all between the covers of this novel. I am consistently amazed at how Jeff Lindsay can get me to become emotionally connected to a serial killer and laugh the entire way. His narrative is unique, engaging and additive. Can one call what Dexter is going through duplicity, bipolar disorder or just flat out fun, who cares? I for one certainly do not. I find that the wait between novels is far too long, but hey, I feel that way about most of my favorite authors anyway. The wait was worth it; the ride was fun and all too quick, and by novels end I was wanting oh so much more. That is what next year is all about. Give Dexter and company a try, you wouldn't be disappointed by the way you killed the time; it is all good time, ha-ha .Please pass the duct tape, rope and the fillet knife if you would. What are you reading today? Check us out and become our friend on Facebook & Linkedin. Go to Goodreads and become our friend there and suggest books for us to read and post on. You can also follow us on Twitter, and the Gelati's Scoop Facebook Fan Page. Did you know you can shop directly on Amazon by clicking the Gelati's Store Tab on our blog? Thanks for stopping by today; We will see you tomorrow. Have a great day. http://www.gelatisscoop.blogspot.com
bgknighton on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Another good entry in the series. Oh, what is going to happen to our Dexter? Daddy-hood seems to have set him back on his heels. Luckily by the end of the book he seems to be getting back to his usual self. Interesting character concept presented: if there are predators, there must be people who want to be prey. And what is Brian up to? Is he for or against Dexter and his new life? And what is going to happen with Cody and Astor? Dexter needs to stop neglecting their education... And how will motherhood affect Deborah? Looking forward to the next book!
queencersei on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Everybody¿s favorite serial killer makes his return in Dexter is Delicious. From the outset though, things are different in Dexter Land. His wife Rita has just given birth to his daughter Lilly Anne. An event that causes our dark anti-hero to question his lifestyle and commitment to his Dark Passenger. As Dexter settles happily into his new life as Daddy-Dex, cannibals are on the loose in Miami, girls have gone missing, sister Deb is struggling with her own personal problems and serial killer brother Brian makes an unexpected return. As this series wears on, Dexter seems less and less in control of his life and one has to wonder how much longer he can realistically get away with succumbing to his Dark Urges. Still, Dexter is Delicious, while not believable on any level, does maintain a fair level of humor.
BeckahRah on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Best. Dexter. Title. Ever. Why? Because this book¿s about cannibals. Fantastic.I think this is perhaps the best book so far in the Dexter series. It was humorous and witty, and gave us a rare glimpse into the psyche of a serial killer who has inconveniently grown a soul. The book begins just after the birth of Dexter¿s daughter, who sparks feelings of real love in his heart for the first time. In his zeal to protect his bundle of joy from monsters like himself, Dexter swears off killing forever. His Dark Passenger finds this sudden change of heart first amusing, then annoying, and in a fit of pique abandons Dexter just when he needs his help the most.A cannibalistic coven has taken up residence in Miami, led by the son of a wealthy and powerful government official. Dexter must help his moody and foul-mouthed sister Deborah rescue the flesh-eaters before they devour the young woman they¿ve kidnapped. Even without his Dark Passenger¿s leathery assistance, Dexter is able to use his predatory instincts to locate the girl¿only to find she¿s not exactly what they thought.I thoroughly enjoyed this book. The previous two were a little slow and a tad disappointing, so I wasn¿t truly looking forward to reading this one. But I am a HUGE fan of the Showtime series, so I had to read it, and oh, what a delightful surprise! I adore witty writing, and book made me smile and chuckle and gasp in horror. Mr. Lindsay did an excellent job of immersing me in Dexter¿s struggle to cope with his newfound humanity. How does a soulless monster react when he suddenly cares about the people he¿s only pretended to care about? How does he handle his stepchildren¿s own dark and deadly desires, when he has resolved to put his own away forever? I especially love Dexter¿s `conversations¿ with his Dark Passenger; a character in and of itself who chuckles, snarls, or sulks as the need arises.Delicious, indeed.
TwilightBlue on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Took me little while to get into this one. When the book series and the TV series are so different, it takes time to move out of one and into the other. In this book, Dexter has become a father and is trying to reform his Deadly Dark Dexter ways. Right as he is coming into a case that very well might need his Dark Passenger to figure out.Brian, his brother, comes back and tries to move in on Dexters' territory with the family.And the case of a missing person has a strange turn. All this sets Dexter on a new path of righteousness that may very well be his undoing.
Meggo on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Clearly, the Dexter television series is breaking new trail that no longer follows the narrative thread in Lindsay's books. In the novels, Cody and Astor have their own little Dark Passengers, Rita is still alive, and Dexter's brother is a welcome addition at the evening dinner table. If one accepts the dual nature of the character -- that in the television show and that in the book -- as two different, yet related entities, this new Dexter novel is enjoyable on its own merits. Not the best Dexter book, and not the worst, it's a solid effort for Dexter fans.
cookiemo on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I'm not really sure about how much I enjoyed this book. I found the idea of cannabalism a little off putting and also Dexter's 'helper' a little unreal. Having said that In will definitely read another of his books.I guess I must have liked it.Gillian O'Shanasseys's book club suggestion of the ABC.
ElectricRay on LibraryThing 8 months ago
You sense Jeff Lindsay is quickly running out of steam just the same way his main character Dexter Morgan is. Lindsay's "Dexter" series, which launched thrillingly under a curdled yellow moon five instalments ago, waxed quickly, reaching a crescendo with its Showtime TV serialisation which itself flourished madly and is now in its fourth or fifth series. Dexter's literary progress has been somewhat more stately, and for good reason: it's tough to know where to go with a set-up as singular as Dexter's. By instalment 3 Dexter was already presenting Lindsay with scenario dilemmas: an avenging vigilante psychopath operating under cover as a mild-mannered forensic scientist in bloodthirsty Miami (so much so Hong-Kong Phooey) - is such an improbable set up even for a one-off, let alone a series - that plot developments are inevitably constrained. After all, there are only so many times a supremely gifted and unscrupulous evil-doer can figure out Dexter's saucy secret before it becomes implausible that no-one else does. And while, on one hand, there's not really anywhere a character like Dexter can go: he can't settle down and get married and have kids; he can't share his secret; he can't give up his nocturnal urges *and* stay interesting - on the other hand what gives these novels their dramatic impetus is precisely that Dexter sails so close to the wind that, to remain plausible as an ongoing proposition he has to do these things. Dexter's cover requires him to be close to people, and the relationships he chooses (with his adoptive sister, a girlfriend, a suspicious workmate) are by their nature volatile, that Dexter simply can't stay in suspended animation either: each novel contains a little more self-discovery, each novel somehow compels Dexter on to prosaic and dreary normalcy. On so it is, by instalment 5 that, having exhausted other options including the freaky supernatural one (episode 3 - didn't work) Jeff Lindsay has no choice but to allow a now married Dexter (this sociopath once without a sexual, let alone romantic, tendency in his body) to become a father and start to feel the stirrings of human emotions. Which kind of defeats the point. Each of these compromises makes the character less interesting, and oddly the same goes for the surrounding cast. Debs is muted, Chutsky barely represented (despite figuring largely in the plot), even Vince Matsuoka seems to have lost his perverted interest in what goes on. Nor does the primary antagonist, this time, have any special connection with Dexter much less special knowledge of Dexter's dastardly doings (perhaps to retain plausibility, but at the cost of piquancy), is thinly drawn and indeed isn't even introduced to the action until the final act. And nor is there the spectre of a Sergeant Doakes or a Detective Coulter on Dexter's case and closing in for the home team, ratcheting up the tension and posing the squeamish questions for the reader (such as, "why am I pulling for a psychopathic murderer over a policeman who has correctly figured him out?"). In fairness there is a tension of this sort, introduced by the return of a character from a former instalment, but even that seems half-hearted, not enough is made of it, and it necessitates some awkward plotting, requiring Deborah to be conveniently absent or unconscious on a couple of occasions to avoid running into this chap. Now Lindsay's plotting has always been a bit thin, but daylight was showing through here and on one or two other occasions you could see significant developments (including the denouement) coming a mile off. Lindsay's playful prose, juicy characterisation and gift for wry observations about the venality of modern life has always outstripped his plotting in any case, but even that feels careworn here: there are only so many times jokes about crazy driving on Miami freeways pay off, and the characterisation is generally flat (though there's a great running joke about Rita's incoherence). Deborah's sizzling
saramllr on LibraryThing 8 months ago
The serial killer that I LOVE to love. Great installment in the series, and what a relief. I was beginning to think Dexter had gone soft on me. Loved the ending, especially the little surprise. (I won't be a spoiler!)
mamzel on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Dexter is a dad now. Does that mean that he is going to find the emotions he thinks would bring him normalcy? Lily Ann is a little bundle of love and he feels totally new things. However, a new nemesis is tugging at the edges of his new life and this enemy is eating its victims. Also, his brother reappears on the scene supposedly wanting to connect with his new family members. Dexter continues to be a totally fascinating character. The conversations he has with his "Dark Passenger" give the reader an insight into a darkly psychotic mind. I also am a devoted fan to the Showtime series which departs from the plot of the book series but is true to the Dexter character. I am anxiously looking forward to the new season starting to see what TV Dexter is up to.
TerryWeyna on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I suggested in my review of Dexter by Design that this series seemed to be played out ¿ a result, perhaps, of an unsustainable character (a serial killer who only kills bad guys) or of the huge success on a premium cable channel of a television series based on the books. Given that opinion then, I don¿t know why I bothered to pick up Dexter Is Delicious. This book only confirms that author Lindsay needs to find something different to write about, because Dexter is no longer funny, interesting or even particularly horrifying.The plot is as outlandish as it has been in the last two books. There are cannibals loose in Miami who are kidnapping young women and making dinner out of them. More than that, they are apparently finding willing victims: women whose only sexual fantasy has been to be roasted and eaten. While I¿m willing to grant that the limits of human depravity and mental illness are far beyond anything I might consider normal, and notwithstanding Robinson Jeffers¿s lovely poem Vulture, I found this way too much to be believable. I may read a lot of horror and fantasy, but there are limits that surpass even my power to suspend disbelief. A desire to be spitted, hung over a fire, and cut away a bit at a time? Really? Does such a psychological illness actually exist? And could two young women in the same community share this illness? Unable to stomach the premise (pun intended), I found the rest of the book pretty hard to take. Dexter is dragged around Miami by his sister, who commandeers him to accompany her on her investigative rounds. It¿s hard to believe that the Miami police department would countenance Deb¿s refusal to work with her partner, or her monopolization of a blood splatter specialist who ought to be in the laboratory, not illegally entering the lair of a suspect. It¿s even harder to believe that Deb has some of the hard breaks she has in this book, or reaches the conclusions about criminals that she does. And it¿s impossible to believe that police officers could be as stupid as Deb and her brother are in this book¿s denouement.I almost never put down a book I¿ve started without finishing it ¿ even bad books. That can be a serious problem when one is confronted with books like Dexter Is Delicious. I suppose I kept thinking it would get better, or that I¿d learn more about Dexter¿s adopted children and their tendency toward the darkness Dexter inhabits. Alas, it was not to be: I will never get those hours of my life back to spend reading better books. I suggest you avoid making the same mistake.
pineappleflavoredcow on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I can tell that the author put a lot of time into making the plot and making all the characters come in sync. In the story, there were a lot of characters and mysterious events, but in the end, it is revealed that each event was caused by a particular character unintentionally, and therefore, alarming the main character. The story is quite humorous, as always, and this time, it's centered around a serial killer adapting to become a father, but everyone seems to get into his way, especially his older brother and sister, whom both wanted a family of their own and are jealous of him. Even though the story can get a little cheesy and corny, it didn't lack any actions either, it was filled with intense battles and nerve wrecking revelations.
Storeetllr on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I've really enjoyed the Dexter books, especially the first two on audio. This one was similarly good, but it was read by the author who was not quite as good a narrator as the original reader (whose name I do not recall). Also, this one was lot more gory and gruesome, and it wasn't Dexter who was causing it. In fact, in this one, he seems to be morphing into something a bit more human, much to the Dark Passenger's disgust. Though based on the novels, the TV show "Dexter" has gone completely off in a different direction. Both are fun (well, fun is a relative term), but other than Dexter, Debs, Rita & the kids, and Angel-No-Relation, most of the characters in the TV show don't match up to the characters in any of othe books after the first one. Still, if you enjoy the TV show, I think you'll enjoy the books, if you keep these caveats in mind.
schatzi on LibraryThing 8 months ago
In "Dexter is Delicious," Dexter is a new father (much like his television counterpart, although the book Dexter has a little girl instead of a boy), which wreaks some havoc on his darkness. He finds himself becoming more human, and he's determined to keep the Dark Passenger at bay. But there is a pack of cannibals loose in Miami, and Dexter is drawn into a struggle between his dark urges and his urge to be a good father.I found this book to be only marginally better than "Dexter in the Dark," which I suppose says something. But it certainly didn't have the magic of the first offering in this series; it feels like Jeff Lindsay is just milking the cash cow at this point. I found Dexter's desire to become more human ringing hollow; I liked Dexter's struggle with fatherhood in the television show much more convincing. However, I did like the reappearance of one of my favorite Dexter characters ever, although even this character's portrayal seemed a little anemic and less intriguing.Altogether, I did find the book to be okay, and I'd recommend it to people who love Dexter. However, for the casual reader, it's probably best to be skipped, since it doesn't really add anything to the character.
JechtShot on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Dexter is Delicious marks the end of this series for me. I have forced my way through the last few books, but this one solidly puts the nail in the coffin. Do you remember what made Dexter interesting? A serial killer police officer trying to uphold a "code" of rightful killing. Do you know what the opposite is? An ex-serial killer who is now a father and feeling love and human emotion for the first time. On top of that, Deborah, his cop sister with a pair of brass ones, feels her biological clock ticking and wants a family of her own. Throw in a coven of cannibals and you have got yourself one heck of a stew pot full of crap. Dear Mr. Lindsay, please put poor Dexter out of his misery.
jenniferthomp75 on LibraryThing 8 months ago
This series has been hit and miss for me, unlike the television show, which always seems to be a hit. Perhaps the author feels he is in competition with the series and has to write an entire season worth of story lines into one novel.That is the problem with this novel. The writing is still fun, the characters enjoyable and interesting, but there are way, way too many plot lines. The return of Dexter's brother, Rita's recently given birth, Deborah's ticking biological clock and, of course, the regular murder mystery.I feel that if the story lines had been divided between two books that this novel would have bee much more interesting. All of the plot lines tie into a bow at the end, which is always a pet peeve of mine. I hope the author doesn't feel pressure with his next book and just focuses on one or two particulars.
lizard_698959 on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Dexter Is Delicious was another great novel by Jeff Lindsay. It opens up with the birth of Dexter and Rita's first baby. With the new baby Dexter is not feeing himself there are all new emotions running through him. While Dexter is exploring his new feelings and about the baby Deb's is working 2 missing persons case's that end up being about Cannibals. It is very entertaining and keeps you wondering until the very end about who the bad guys really are. I was so surprised by the end totally taken back and couldn't believe what happened. Now I'm waiting impatiently for the next installment
enemyanniemae on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Where the last installment of the wacky adventures of my favorite sociopath left me cold and worrying that Jeff Lindsay might have lost his edge, my faith in Lindsay and his lovable serial killer has been completely restored with Dexter is Delicious. This book is all about family. Dexter is a new father and he daydreams about how wonderful life will be for his new baby girl. He believes that he is feeling real human emotions and now understands what love is all about. He decides that the only way to be the best Dex Daddy he can be is to banish the Dark Passenger and give up his special playtime forever. He impresses on his step-children, fledgling sociopaths themselves, that their path is no longer the right one and that he will no longer tutor them to follow Harry's Code. When his sister pulls him into a search for 2 missing teenagers, Dexter's world goes a bit wonky as the bones of one of the girls are found in a fire pit., well gnawed. Even as he dreams of hearts and flowers for little Lily Anne, it becomes clear that cannibals are alive and well in Miami. Deborah is determined to find and rescue the second girl. She relies on Dexter's expertise in darkness to help her in her search. To complicate matters, someone from Dexter's past has returned... and Dex Daddy isn't exactly thrilled. Moving along at a brisk pace, Dexter is Delicious is a tasty and satisfying roller coaster ride. If you have enjoyed the tales of Dexter Morgan, you'll love this one.
SamSattler on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I have followed, and very much enjoyed, Showtime's Dexter series from the start, but "Dexter Is Delicious" is my first exposure to Dexter in actual book form. It is not like I have been unaware of Jeff Lindsay's Dexter books all this time, however. The only thing that kept me from reading one of them before now was my erroneous assumption that the books were little more than recaps of the same stories I had already watched on Showtime. That is certainly not the case. The books are TV Dexter's alternate history (or should I phrase that the other way around?). Dexter is basically the same likable serial killer we know from television but some of what he has experienced in that series has not happened to Printed-Word Dexter (and I assume that the opposite is also true). Certain key characters have died television deaths but live on in the books. Dexter's new television son is his new daughter in "Dexter Is Delicious." His innocent young step-children from film are his not-very-innocent step-children in the books. "Dexter Is Delicious" is a bizarre tale involving young Miami cannibals, a group that is, in its own special way, working to control the illegal immigrant population of that fine city. However, only when two teen girls from an expensive private high school appear to have been kidnapped by the cannibals does the Miami Police Department get seriously involved. The case falls into the lap of Dexter's sister, Deb, who treats Dexter (a blood-splatter expert working for the same police department) as her personal employee, yanking him from the laboratory and running him all over the county in pursuit of the missing girls and those who might have them. Dexter, while he is perfectly willing to help Deb hunt the bad guys, is, at the same time, waging an internal battle brought on by the birth of his new baby girl. He wants to rid himself of his Dark Passenger, that inner voice requiring him to kill on a regular basis. Dexter wants nothing more than to feel the emotions any new father can be expected to feel. To blend in despite being a sociopath, Dexter has already learned the proper things to do and say when around other people. Now he is having longer and longer moments of actually feeling those emotions. But what will his Dark Passenger think of all this? The plot of "Dexter Is Delicious" is a bit farfetched, but that is unlikely to bother Dexter-regulars because this is nothing new. From the point-of-view of someone who came to Dexter first via television, what did bug me was the limited, or even nonexistent roles played by some of Dexter's fellow television cops. Too, I kept wondering how a blood-splatter expert could get away with running all over the Miami area for so long doing physical police work and only occasionally going in to the blood lab. The audio book version of "Dexter Is Delicious," a nine-CD set, is read by its author, Jeff Lindsay, who does a good job giving voice to Dexter and Dexter's sense of humor. I was a little slow settling in to Lindsay's narrative style but by the second CD it all started to sound very natural, and in character, to me. Anyone just willing to go with the flow of the story is going to have fun with this one. Rated at: 3.5
she_climber on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Throughout this book I was thinking that this is where this series is going to end for me. Dexter was so wishy-washy and I actually want him to be a serial killer, that's what makes this series interesting and different. There's been a few books that haven't really included the Dark Passenger and I don't really enjoy them (not sure what that says about me). Probably didn't help matters that the author decided to read this book himself, which in my opinion is never a good idea. But now I have to think about it, because the Dark Passenger came roaring back in the Epilouge and there's only one more book left in the series, at this point, and I don't know if my OCD can leave it undone.
khoov00 on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I was starting to think that Jeff Lindsay couldn't possibly keep up the very high bar of storytelling he has set with this series for much longer but he has continued to mesmerize me with this one as well. I like the "victim's" motivation because it is so unusual that I wouldn't have ever thought about it without Jeff Lindsay's help. The character development of the kids is really interesting to watch and I like the way he weaves them into the story. I also think it adds another dimension to Dexter now that he has something to lose and at the same time it is funny to watch him juggle being a parent and his "other" activities. The only thing I didn't really like is the way Rita was in this book, maybe that is the way she was always supposed to be portrayed, but she seemed to fade into the woodwork this time. Plus, I found the never-finished sentences to be a bit annoying.
Wiliam_Maltese More than 1 year ago
DEXTER STILL DELICIOUS … BUT LESS SO Since I’m the weekly co-host of the "No Boundaries Radio Show", where topics of discussion often include vampirism, lycanthropy, even cannibalism, one might think that I would have thoroughly enjoyed DEXTER IS DELICIOUS, book five of the Dexter series, with its plot-line that includes two out of those three. And, in the end, I DID enjoy the book far more than a lot of the books I’ve read lately. That said … my reading journey to the finale was decidedly less enjoyable than was my pleasure way back when I read book one and two of the series. For some reason, I continue to find it annoying that our sociopath, supposedly free of emotions, should suddenly be so needing to feel normal, brought to his present state of temporary dissatisfaction by recently having been married, having been saddled with his wife’s two potentially psychopathic kids, and suddenly been faced with his very own child. Okay, maybe I’m biased in personally finding most children less than charming and in my failing to see how Dexter’s deranged mind seems to find fatherhood so seemingly appealing. Dexter’s sister, Miami Police Sergeant Deborah, continues to come across as a bully, with no diplomatic skills, and the inability to prove to me that she’s the great cop Dexter keeps insisting she is, when she can’t seem to solve a case without hypocritically tapping her brother’s dark side while simultaneously damning it. Besides which, and for not the first time, she seems to have little qualms about putting her brother in harm’s way and in flaunting police procedure. And while I continue to be enamored by the author’s humorous and winning way of writing, I’m finding a lot of repeat material — the madness of Miami traffic, Deborah’s fast driving, Dexter’s high metabolism and need to eat Cuban sandwiches, the office donut-routine, Dexter’s ability to constantly attract people anxious to slice-and-dice him — all probably necessary to orient a reader picking up this book mid-series, but often redundant to those of us having read all that came before, especially when repeated more than once in the same book. I’ve already picked up DOUBLE DEXTER and DEXTER’S FINAL CUT, the next books of the series (I’ve already read the final DEXTER IS DEAD). I’m just hoping I don’t end up feeling, and soon, that Dexter has long since “jumped the shark”.
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Great book