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This book represents everything cheap and stupid about the comic book industry. Every artist in the company draws a few pages of a popular character, so now they get to say they've drawn Hellboy on their resumes, the publisher gets a book to sell without having to commit any real talent and the unfortunate reader is left with a dozen half baked stories that end with insulting little punch lines every three or four pages. This would be bad enough, but it's all made so much worse by the overall tone of the book. From the forward to the afterward to the artist bios, the whole project is completely smug. The artists are so proud to be drawing Hellboy, the creators of Hellboy are so proud to have the artists drawing Hellboy, the reader could care less and wishes they'd all just stayed home. I realize that the comic book industry had humble beginnings, so there's a measure of insecurity apparent in the presentation of all of these books, but these forwards in which the contents of the book are praised to high heaven have got to end. If ever there was an art form that speaks for itself, it's comics.