This was... unfortunately, a let down. It really read like she had rushed to finish this and sent it in to her editor massively unfinished. I love a big hairy man as much as anyone else, but honestly this seemed more like ... she has an American fetish than anything. Henry was the most stereotypical American that wasn't even.. accurately American. I'm convinced she looked up "Americans in the 1930s" and went from there. I felt like John Mulaney when he says no one says "Bozo" anymore. No one says diddly bop anymore, Charlotte. Or 7000 of the other things Henry says. Also, from about 53% on, this book is just sex. That's it. Her last book I sort of didn't mind because at least the rest of the writing was good and there was plot in between but this was just... not good.