Heart-shaped box (horror novel)

Joe Hill, Stephen King's son carries the weight of being the offspring of an author of great, if undeserved, renown. And one of horror, no less. So he debuts with "heart-shaped box" a novel with the terrible premise of some burnt-out rock star, some sort of judas priest half-assed imitator buys a dead man's suit allegedly haunted to add to a creepy collection that even he doesn't like. Well, the ghost wants to kill him. So far no surprise. The book would be intrasendentally entertaining if it wasn't for the sexual abuse mudding every single page of the book. From the round pale ass of some goth teen, the rocker got into into snuff movies passing through child sexual abuse and God knows what else. Let's be honest here. Had I known this was Stephen King's son I wouldn't have grabbed the book, but since I only found out after trying to figure out why the story was so poorly handled I had to endure the Disney ending of happy "Age doesn't matter" couple, and honestly, all this playing around with pedophilia has me wondering about the author's sexual deviants. I sure wouldn't let my kids near him. The characters are all flat as a board and have little to no thinking of their own. They behave like puppets. The Overall feeling is that of disappointment. For future readers, Judas Coyne does not play Death Metal. 3/10