Released after Star Wars but before Empire Strikes Back, this was the second of three tie-in novels that Brian Daley wrote about the adventures of Han Solo and Chewbacca before the events of the first film. Han accepts a job to smuggle unknown cargo for 10,000 credits, but then he refuses to cooperate when he learns it is actually a group of captured slaves. He is able to free them and, figuring someone still owes him money, he sets about tracking down the slaver network.
Nothing about this novel is executed well. There is too much technobabble. Pacing is erratic. There is no connection to the larger mythology of the movies other than a few fleeting references to the Empire, Clone Wars, and Jedi Order. No one uses the Force. There are no lightsaber battles.
The only time this Han character really feels like Han from the movie is one scene where his female companion refuses to give him gambling money; he tells her she would have had plenty of money to spare if she hadn't insisted on separate sleeping accommodations.
The book also feels very deliberately episodic; the formula is that each chapter ends on an action scene--shootouts, chases, space pirate battles, duels, knife fights, and fisticuff brawls.
There is a chase scene on swoop bikes that reminded me of the speeder bikes on Endor in Return of the Jedi. As far as I can tell, Daley invented this vehicle, and it has since become a staple in the movies and the Expanded Universe books, comics, and television shows.
This is not my first time trying to read this book. I distinctly recall checking it out from the Leeds Public Library in 5th grade (approximately 33 years ago) and not getting much past the first chapter. After all these years, I had to google the title and author. What I actually remember is the cover of the 1st hardcover edition, which shows an oddly blue-eyed Chewbacca glaring against a vivid orange background, while Han aims his blaster at the reader.
When I was a young kid, I had the bad habit of stopping midway through books, usually the first time I hit upon a boring stretch of exposition. In high school, I replaced this habit with the slightly more ludicrous one of never leaving any book unfinished, even after I lose all interest.
Nine years ago, I wrote down all the books I had abandoned partially read in grade school. I've been slowly going back to complete them. This has motivated me to finish a number of classics-- David Copperfield, Robinson Crusoe, Around the World in 80 Days, and Last of the Mohicans. Han Solo's Revenge may not have been worth the effort to complete, but now I can say I have only failed to reach the end of one book in my life. (Unfortunately, its title, author, and plot seem beyond my recall, only a few scenes, so it's unlikely I'll be able to track it down).