The huge problem with this book (other than totally ignoring several social mores and the egregious consequences of flouting them) is the language. The writer aims for Austen-esque language and way overshoots the mark. And, I know it's not just me, because my #3 DIL kept reading passages to me out loud while she perused it on my Android. (I really did want to know if it was just me being persnickety.)
It's the same problem I've seen in other Regency romances. People try so hard to sound authentic in their phraseology and vocabulary, dropping topical names and slang and verbage, their words cease to communicate. They become hurdles for the reader, and, no matter the dexterity of the literary athlete, sooner or later they're going to tire out. I read this book only when I had nothing but my phone in my hands. The plot is interesting, but I just can't take it in large doses before I start tearing out my hair.
