Freaks, by Tess Gerritsen (on Nook)

Well, not bad. But I don't think I need to watch the show, even though I like Sasha Alexander.

Darkly Dreaming Dexter, by Jeffry Lindsay (on CD)

Since we've been watching the TV show on DVD, I picked this up to see if the books are different. They are, somewhat, though only in superficial ways. The whole first season of the show is the first book, so of course there was a good deal of padding and rearranging of elements, but Dexter is far creepier in print than on TV. No shock, really. Part of the creep factor is that sense of wanting to hate Dexter--he is, after all, a murderer--while at the same time admiring him for ridding society of other killers in a completely rational way. Talk about a deeply flawed narrator!

A Prairie Tale, by Melissa Gilbert

Classic Hollywood memoir. Rather disappointing, actually, due to lackluster writing and the number of times she talks about the same things without saying much. I had forgotten that she and Rob Lowe were an item in the 80s.

But, the inside stuff about her career is mildly interesting, and the news that she can't (or at least couldn't) stand Melissa Sue Anderson was delightfully gossipy.

Funny part: the list of suggested book titles from her friends.