I came for a revelation and got a meticulous maze. Yes, the UV images are striking and the field notebooks from Portus Ganda smell (metaphorically) of honest mud, but the centum–satem talk and ablaut diagrams start to feel like wallpaper when your core text is a handful of scratched signs.
I respect the diligence—maps of Durme and Dender, toponyms in Drongen and Wondelgem, a lexicon with GANT- and TARA-—yet the grand thesis keeps receding just as you think it's within reach. If you love methodology and footnotes, feast away; if you want a decisive case for a new Indo-European branch in the Low Countries, prepare to grind your teeth.