Holy Dexter! I love you.
Thank you for changing my world. Don't tell my husband that I am writing you this love note, but I will never forget the late nights we spent together in bed until the wee hours of the morning. My fingers wrapped around you, and my heart pounding with every move you made. I cant wait to see you again (in book 2).
Okay...that was weird. So for those two of you who read this blog, and don't already know this, Dexter was turned into a Showtime Series with Michael C. Hall. I actually watched the whole series (5 seasons) before I started the book, and both are awesome. But just so you know, the book is sufficiently different than the series for them to both be appreciated.
Anyway, this is what I learned:
I learned that I love the anti-hero. Dexter is a serial killer and I love him. He is a witty, clever, smart, hunky serial killer...who only kills the bad guys. So he is likeable. He is sympathetic. And I would argue courageous to take justice into his own hands to get rid of the killers our justice system let go. Now, I am not going to get into the morality of the act of killing here. This is fiction and therefore theoretic in nature. Obviously killing is wrong. But it is interesting to delve into his world where he is trying to make the best of an overwhelming desire to kill. He is honing his urges into doing something good. Heroic even.
I learned that funny is good. Even in a dark book. Dexter often makes me laugh out loud, even in pretty dark situations. This is another side of him that I fell in love with.
I learned that exploring culture in the setting is super interesting. This book is set in Miami, and therefore Cuban culture plays a big part here. So I have grown up on the West Coast and I am more familiar with Mexican culture...yanno, I eat burritos from Robertos, I know what a Vato is, and guacamole is a big part of my life. And in Dexter the Cuban accents, foods, and sayings are integral. I feel like I'm there.
I learned that I am addicted to Dexter, and want some more.