The Basis for a New Showtime® Original Series Starring Michael C. Hall(Sundays at 10pm ET/PT - starts Sunday, October 1, 2006 at 10pm ET/PT)Meet Dexter Morgan, a polite wolf in sheep’s clothing. He’s handsome and charming, but something in his past ...
but something in his past has made him abide by a different set of rules. He’s a serial killer whose one golden rule makes him immensely likeable: he only kills bad people. And his job as a blood splatter expert for the Miami police department puts him in the perfect position to identify his victims. But when a series of brutal murders bearing a striking similarity to his own style start turning up, Dexter is caught between being flattered and being frightened–of himself or some other fiend.
La trama è interessante. Ma non si può basare un libro solo sulla trama.E' scritto in prima persona, quindi lo scrittore deve cercare di far pensare il protagonista come penserebbe un serial killer. E visto che non risulta che lo scrittore siaLa trama è interessante. Ma non si può basare un libro solo sulla trama. E' scritto in prima persona, quindi lo scrittore deve cercare di far pensare il protagonista come penserebbe un serial killer. E visto che non risulta che lo scrittore sia egli stesso un serial killer, credo non abbia trovato modo migliore per rendere l'idea se non fare un Dexter un po' fuori di testa, con una strana fissazione per la luna; e ripetitivo: dice almeno due volte per pagina che "non è umano, non prova sentimenti umani, imita la vita umana in base a quello che osserva" e continua a parlare del suo "Passeggero Oscuro" (e, sì: enfatizza le parole mettendo la prima lettera maiuscola. E lo fa spessissimo). Il tutto legato con un modo di scrivere che a me, sinceramente, sembra piuttosto tipico degli scrittori del sud degli stati uniti. E non ci sarebbe nulla di male, se non fosse che tu stai scrivendo in prima persona: quindi il modo di pensare di Dexter è, in linea di massima, piuttosto comune e piuttosto umano (a parte che, ovviamente, si diverte a smembrare le persone.) Non so, spero di essermi spiegata bene......Continua Nascondi
Enter the mind of a monster, and fall in love with HIM!
If you have watched the tv show first, I recommend the book. For those who have not seen the tv show, I also recommend this book.Whether you know anything about Dexter or not here is my insight on this book:The tv show was made from the book, whichIf you have watched the tv show first, I recommend the book. For those who have not seen the tv show, I also recommend this book.
Whether you know anything about Dexter or not here is my insight on this book:
The tv show was made from the book, which means it was not the original idea. The creator of this successful Dexter character is Jeff Lindsay. Lindsay adequately creates a character that is unique. Unique in the sense of making a monster (Dexter) yet elegantly protraying him and a way that people will fall in love with him, or not (but most people do).
From his many sarcastic remarks, to his mysterious plot, and to his shocking emotional, psychological, and physical chain of events, this book is a pleasant one to read.
If you like mystery, and if you like crime shows, (and most importantly) if you like reading (because we all know for the most part books are more insightful and in depth than movies/shows) then you shalt read it.
This is the first of the series of books by Jeff Lindsay. Although similar to the TV SHOW's Season 1, it is not exactly the same. The following books are not in the same plot with the tv show.
Word of advice: If you like Dexter, (movies or tv show), you should watch and read both. Why? Because then you can see how the show is portrayed by two different people: the director, and Jeff Lindsay; both whom are very creative.
Jeff Lindsay is a very intuitive writer (in the sense of bringing to life such character "Dexter"); and it's your loss if you don't give his writings a chance. ...Continua Nascondi
Weren't we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by which we dumped our insanity into a dark subconscious pit and came out on the other side ready to eat cereal instead of the neighbor's children?
I stayed in the middle of the rink, feeling the cool radiate up off the ice, and thinking happy thoughts. Or, more precisely, not quite my happy thoughts.Because as Deb turned to go out I heard a small voice from somewhere over my shoulder; a coolI stayed in the middle of the rink, feeling the cool radiate up off the ice, and thinking happy thoughts. Or, more precisely, not quite my happy thoughts. Because as Deb turned to go out I heard a small voice from somewhere over my shoulder; a cool and dry chuckle, a familiar feather touch just under the threshold of hearing. And as dear Deborah departed, I stood motionless there on the ice, closed my eyes and listened to what my ancient friend had to say. It was not much - just a sub-whisper, a hint of unvocal, but I listened. I heard him chuckle and mutter soft and terrible things in one ear, while the other ear let me know that Deborah had told Steban to come in and turn on the lights. Which moments later he did, as the small off-voice whisper rose in a sudden crescendo of rattling jolly humor and good-natured horror. What is it? I asked politely. My only answer was a surge of hungry amusement. I had no idea what it meant. But I was not greatly surprised when the screaming started....Continua Nascondi
Many times in my life I have felt like I was missing something, some essential piece of the puzzle that everybody else carried around with them without thinking about it. I don't usually mind, since most of those times it turns out to be anMany times in my life I have felt like I was missing something, some essential piece of the puzzle that everybody else carried around with them without thinking about it. I don't usually mind, since most of those times it turns out to be an astonishingly stupid piece of humania like understanding the inflield fly rule or not going all the way on the first date. But at other times I feel like I am missing out on a great reservoir of warm wisdom, the lore of some sense I don't possess that humans feel so deeply they don't need to talk about it and can't even put it into words....Continua Nascondi