I always find Ursula Le Guin heavy going, but she's usually worth it. This time not.
Unless I've missed something fundamental, this book has no interesting ideas in it, and isn't fun to read either. There's something Freudian going on with she-dragons and oppressive mothers and maybe separation from abusive fathers, but honestly I wish I hadn't bothered.
I don't like slagging off a favourite author. It feels disloyal. Read 'The Dispossessed' and 'The Lathe of Heaven' instead.