Finn, by Jon Clinch

I was really interested in this book. The premise is pretty good: it's about Huckleberry Finn's father. Of course, I don't agree with writing books about another author's character. The original author created him, and he has the final say in what happened to that character before or after the original book, or what that character was thinking during the original book, or whatever.

But this one got me with the cover, like a lot of books do, and the inside jacket made it seem like a good story.

It was not.

I didn't even finish it.

This story is disgusting.