Dearly Devoted Dexter by Jeff Lindsay

This is the second book in the Dexter trilogy. This book doesn't have Dexter's Dark Passenger running amok like you secretly might wish but instead it casts Dexter in an unlikely roll of savior. Really. He is savior (albeit an unwilling one) to a Nemesis of his that tells our protagonist that he would love to see him dead or at least incarcerated. Dexter also becomes domesticated, as domesticated as a character such as Dexter can be. He is newly engaged and discovers the thrills of lite beer ("At least they didn't think of a cute way to spell beer") and of being a couch potato, all by forces initially beyond his control (there is an ever watchful eye on our dear Dexter that has him pulling all the stops on his preformance as an average guy). Don't get me wrong, this book isn't entirely about Dexter drinking and wasting away in front of the blue parent, it is also about a stranger that steals his sisters heart and is trying to prevent himself, as well as someone very close to Dexter, from becoming, "squealing pillows". Dexter acts more as a detective than a "forensic lab geek" in this book. I found myself wondering about the seemingly liberal office hours the Miami police department allows him to keep as few times but if you let little liberties like that go, it is a very pleasant read that draws you in. If you are hoping for more back story on good old Dexter, maybe it is in the third book because you learn a lot more about other members of his department than you do about him but some of their back stories are quite interesting and surprising so it keeps your interest. Without giving too much away, I think this book is a good follow up to the first one although it does certainly pave the way for a third book, which thankfully I will be starting this evening. Think of it like the second Pirates of the Carabean movie, it's more than just filler between the first and third but you know that all of your questions aren't going to be answered this time around either.