I tried this once before, and got nowhere slowly -- the library clock ticked down and I just returned this.
My father noted how much he'd liked a later book in the series, so I trudged to the library and re-set the clock on this (first) one. . .
and
ding.
I'm hesitant to put this all on the book, as II could not get any handle on it. But the breathless but bland staccato of the prose and plotting -- meant to propel the reader anxiously along, needing to learn more -- worked on me like a metronome, lulling me into a kind of readerly stasis: I'd sit and stare at a page for five minutes.
Meh.