I quite liked the plot of this book, and loved Shreve's characters, as usual. But I admit that I tire of swearing in novels, most especially when it seems anachronistic. I'm so tired of finding the f-bomb riddled throughout novels set in the 1910s and 20s. It's only been in my generation that I find people feel the freedom to use it unapologetically in their speech, so it irritates me to find it used so constantly in the speech of, for lack of a better word, 'historical' characters. So, because I'm uncomfortable with it both from a literary and an ethical standpoint, my enjoyment of this book was tainted a bit. On the other hand, I'd like Vivian and Honora and McDermott and Alphonse to all move in down the street from me, please.