Everyone and their mothers have been telling me that I should pick up the series Dexter, and having a mild case of thanatophobia (my vocab word for the day; it means fear of death), I figured passing might be okay.  I was wrong.

Do not pass on Dexter.  There is intensity in this direction and it’s the good kind.

Meet Dexter.  He's just a normal guy except he's kind of a sociopathic serial killer raised by a cop foster father who taught him to kill by a certain code.  The need to kill is instilled deep within him and it feeds often.  He also works in the forensics department of the Miami PD.

But there’s a new serial killer in town that the homicide department is tracking down: The Ice Truck Killer, known as such because he likes to drain the blood out of his victims when he chops then into slices with the aid of a chilly environment to slow down the flow of blood.

The Ice Truck Killer already kills in a way that sends Dexter shivers of excitement; but when Dexter finds out that he’s being called out by his fellow serial killer, he needs to find out how they’re linked.  He digs into his past, trying to find out about the memories his mind is blocking and how he became the sociopath he is.

Probably not suitable for children.