Mister B. Gone

Last night I finished reading "Mister B. Gone" by Clive Barker. It was pretty awful. First of all, Barker is not the type of person you read if you want plot or interesting characters: he's all about the gore and the gross-out, which this book didn't even do. It's the story of a demon pulled up from the 9th level of Hell in the 1300s who spends 100 years or so wandering the earth before showing up at Gutenberg's house and being trapped in a book by his printing press. Huh? Exactly. And I don't think he had an editor proofread it or anything, there were so many continuity errors it was ridiculous for a 250 page book with one main character. All through the book, Mr. B (the demon) urges the reader to stop reading. I wish I would have listened. Very disappointing.