My second read of this book. There are two major differences this time: first, I saw the TV show between the reads and second I listened to the audio. Well, the book is still that good. Entertaining, clever, disturbing, amusing, thrilling... name it, the novel has it. 
 The narrator did a great job interpreting a detached, kind of disconnected young man, coming alive only when confronted with (or doing) what sane people would consider as inconceivable. 
 The book is often creepier than the show, where Dexter's killings are mitigated for obvious reasons. Here, even if Jeff Lindsay doesn't go into too much graphic details, we take the full blow of the tortures inflicted to the victims. 
 The irony is, those victims are so monstrous, there is no possible empathy with them. No we are, as in the TV show, completely on Dexter's side. Marveling at his actions and reflections, his sense of humor, and intrigued by the glimpses of humanity he shows from time to time and that stay totally unconscious to him. He sees himself as a perfect sociopath, a "monster". But is he ?