Witch World (1963) began Andre Norton's tedious legacy of Witch World novels. Flat as the proverbial flat earth, an uninteresting and disengaging hero gets transported to a different world, one of magic and technology, that proves far more tedious and less interesting than our own world. (I don't think it's supposed to work that way.)
I found this book so disinteresting that I dropped it halfway through. I simply didn't care to push through the verbiage.
Whatever charm Witch World has, it doesn't have it with me.