Much like Angel of Fire, Kenobi is a book which becomes infinitely more entertaining once you realise what the author is attempting. Taking stylistic elements and genre conventions of Wild West tales, Miller shows elements of the universe in a very different light. While Star Wars tales have always retained certain basic elements of the Wild West, especially in scoundrels like Han Solo and Tatooine itself, the novel wholeheartedly embraces it.
Set only a short time following the events of Revenge of the Sith, the novel's opening sees Kenobi returning to Tatooine with Luke. Handing over the infant to his aunt and uncle, the Jedi then attempts to enter exile far off, isolated from all others. However, after so many years in service to justice, the Jedi can hardly ignore calls for help. Especially when lives are at stake.
You'll soon be able to see the Western tropes not long after starting the book. There's a landlord with too much power, a streak of avarice and a spoiled, cruel offspring, Kenobi is a stranger new to the town with a desire for justice, there's a decent family trying to make a living in a harsh wasteland, there's Tusken raiders besieging farms, and things are becoming more complicated with every passing day. Most of the analogues fit together surprisingly well, and once you fully realise just how closely the book is trying to make itself into a sci-fi western, it generates its own kind of charm. Sure it might be a little cliched at times or delve a little too deeply into certain tropes, but that's what everything Star Wars does, and it tends to do it well. In many respects it's handled in a Firefly manner, blending together it and science fiction extremely close together, far better than anyone would have guessed.