This was still good, but rather forgettable in comparison to other Dexter books. Dexter spends the majority of this novel internally monologuing about parenthood and his newfound desires to have a better world for his daughter— even if that means giving up his extracurricular activities. Of course, Deborah somehow gets Dexter roped into yet another harrowing situation and we see a bit of gruesome action take place, but overall the storyline was a bit tame.

It was nice to see Brian again, but I thought the insecurities he brought out of Dexter were very unbecoming and a tad out of character. The end of the book also felt a bit like a deus ex machina moment— if you consider the Dark Passenger a godly figure.