Prollly wont even bother finishing...

So, enough authors give away kindle books for free that I rarely buy something. Bought The Corpse Rat King because the premise sounds awesome. 49% of the way through and I can't figure out why it was written. I cannot discern any motivation, or agency, and I can no longer trudge through. Maybe I'll be more forgiving in the morning, but somehow I doubt I can bear to pick it up again. It's like Job, a bunch of terrible things happening, except Job resulted from a wager. This has no porpoise.