Once the author mentions a female character pulling up her hose after using the bathroom, in a novel set in 1938, (hint: pantyhose didn't exist until the '60s, and a woman would not need to remove her stockings in order to use the toilet), I just kind of lost all faith in the author's accuracy of time and place. The heroine (and narrator) is a woman. The author is a man, and too often this is very apparent. (See above. Also, Katey's elaborate descriptions of cars, but not clothes. Please.)

I suppose I could look past all that if the story itself were unusual, or intriguing, or deftly written, but it was all just too average.