Day 7: A Book that Made Me Feel Sick –
Darkly Dreaming Dexter by Jeff Lindsay.
For some reason I can stomach visual violence much better than written violence. My imagination is far worse than what is shown on TV and the movies. Dexter, the TV show, I watch without batting an eyelid. But the book that started it all, Darkly Dreaming Dexter, made me feel nauseous at times.
Darkly Dreaming Dexter requires a relatively high tolerance for violence and most importantly, a tolerance for blood. Vivid descriptions of pools of blood and chopped up body parts are pretty common in the story. Dexter’s search for the serial killer, the Tamiami Butcher, was at times nauseating. There is only so much glee about the perfect ways of chopping up body parts and fascination with the lack of blood on the murder scenes that I can take!
A Paperback Life 