It would be nice, though, if the book reached a conclusion.
Lisbeth Salander is a protagonist.
In a novel the hero or heroine is a larger-than-life character who takes action and moves the plot along. A protagonist is the central person about whom the plot revolves. In Hornet's Nest, Salander is the central character about whom the entire plot revolves.
That said,
Sure, it save 30 minutes on a 200+ km journey from Perth to Bunbury. So what? It's boring!
It's a highway. Easy driving, good for sleeping. Right through the heart of very boring country.
I wonder, Is the country on either side really so boring? It's hard to tell... It's a wide highway, high speed limit... Mostly road as far as the driver cares to look, when travelling at speed.
Perhaps Forrest Highway is not really a boring highway. Driving along it is certainly boring. I prefer to join the highway later rather than sooner, to enjoy the older and more scenic alternative.
Still, there's over 100km that I travel along Forrest. So I stop for a break at the one rest stop with a toilet. 
And what a toilet!
This is book three of a series. The series is a part of the continuing saga of Wish Song, Elf Stones, druids, demons and... well... an entire world of magic. The full series, in fact, starts from present-day Earth and links into a future, post-apocalyptic world of fantasy. (See The Gypsy Morph for a bit more detail.)
Who would have thought there could be so many angles on the game of golf? Who would have thought there is any humour at all, in the game of golf!
I think that some people would enjoy it. I didn't.
The blurb refers to Denise Forrester as "a changeling child". To me, that means, swapped at birth with a fairy child. So, fairies... fantasy...
As far as I can tell -- from as far as I read -- Denise is a weird kid. Really weird. With a sister who is just as weird and -- possibly -- imaginary. This is a story of one child -- or possibly two children -- who live a fantasy life.
But not -- again, as far as I can tell -- not a fantasy life with fairies. A fantasy life of their own imaginations.
I categorise the book as "fantasy". I don't really think that it is. But I just can't bear to categorise it as "humour"...
After a few weird chapters -- chapters which seemed to jump backwards and forwards in time, as well as from place to place -- I read the comments on the back. "Made me laugh out loud..."
Oh.
It's fuuunny...
Okay, it may be funny.
But, as my mother used to say, "subtle". Meaning... I just don't get it.
On the other hand... This is a readable book. If you know what is going on -- if you understand how funny it is to be a weird outsider, taunted and bullied by all the other children, forced to retreat into a fantasy world of your own -- then you may enjoy this book.
It's not a bad book. It may be worth the one cent that Amazon claim is its current price. Feel free to give it a go.
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So I bought the three volume illustrated hardback. Every so often I take it out and read it. Or read just a section... There is a great pleasure in reading a great book. There is a great -- but separate -- pleasure reading a book which also looks and feels good.
Other than that, what can I say?
Eowyn on the Pelennor Fields still brings a tear to my eyes. I smile, as Strider tells Merry to ask the herb-master for some pipe-weed. I worry, as the hobbits move so slowly back to the inevitable trouble back home in the Shire.
