Despite its inclusion on my Did Not Finish shelf, I don't think this is a bad book. If this book were a guy, and we were having "that talk," I'd say, "It's not you, it's me."
This is the kind of wacky SF that relies on the use of a protagonist who is perpetually confused, and who transfers that confusion to the reader. If you like that sort of thing, a kind of story-on-an acid-trip approach to story telling, you will love this book. If you like goofy, made-up words, like "yuels," "kessence," "jivas," "teep," "zickzack," and you don't care if you ever get a coherent definition for those terms, then this is the book for you. Despite my tone, I think this is probably an entertaining read. For the right audience. (Or possibly with the right infusion of weed and booze.)
I'm just not that audience.