Just another GR refugee. Other than that, I had a stroke in 2004, and read almost anything I can get my hands on, though I have a particular weakness for history, mystery, and historical fiction.
Setting: intriguing (New York City in the 1890s).
An additional problem was that I figured out who committed the murder, and the big twist as to why, fairly early. (I was hoping the author wasn't "going there," and that it was a fake-out, but nope.)
The word choices were sometimes extremely ahistorical. "Suffragette," in conversation - a decade before the word was coined. (When I threw it at the wall.) "Post-partum depression," again in conversation - in a book set in 1896. This was about two pages after suffragette, which is when my mother threw it at the wall. I didn't even notice that one, as I was still kvelling at "suffragette."
She abandoned it, while I finished it out of sheer curiosity as to the ending. But I'm certainly not tempted to read any more in the series.