Dexter is Delicious marks the end of this series for me. I have forced my way through the last few books, but this one solidly puts the nail in the coffin. Do you remember what made Dexter interesting? A serial killer police officer trying to uphold a "code" of rightful killing. Do you know what the opposite is? An ex-serial killer who is now a father and feeling love and human emotion for the first time. On top of that, Deborah, his cop sister with a pair of brass ones, feels her biological clock ticking and wants a family of her own. Throw in a coven of cannibals and you have got yourself one heck of a stew pot full of crap. Dear Mr. Lindsay, please put poor Dexter out of his misery.