I wouldn't have heard of this book if TW and I didn't fall in love with the show Dexter on Showtime -- the first season is based upon this book and I can see why someone took this book and made into something visual.
Jeff Lindsay's first novel is gruesome but fascinating in a Silence-of-the-Lambs sort of way (the narrator, who is trying to catch the serial killer, is himself a serial killer).
Dexter is a blood-spatter technician with the Miami PD, a perfect job for someone who cuts live people up as a hobby.
Relative to Hannibal, Dexter is actually fairly likeable, and the reader finds him/herself strangely "on Dexter's side" as he simultaneously admires and tries to find the killer.
Lindsay has a real knack for plotting; the book moves very swiftly.
The end result is the best thriller in ages, and I'm sure we'll see more of Dexter in sequels very soon.
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