This is the first volume in a series of historical fiction that follows a group of characters from the early 1940s forward. It would appear that the author has researched the time and area as well as she could. If I were just rating the book for it's intentions, it would get five stars, easily, but as I've been reading it, my sense of how to rate it has moved between three and five stars. Why? Well, in the beginning of the book, there's "An Apology" in which the author formally apologizes to "Roman Catholics, African Americans, Jews, the Japanese, and the disabled," because she reflected period (early 1940s) attitudes and language in writing her book. The Apology made me uncomfortable, mostly because it's like being talked down to. If I'm reading a book set in the 1940s and a character calls someone something pejorative, my first thought is not going to be, "Wow, this author must be a bigot!" Unless I've found the author to be incompetent or the characterization to be utterly capricious, I would assume that the author is trying to be true to the temper of the times. Okay, but where is her apology to obese people? The character of Mrs. Minton is portrayed as a fairly rigid, judgmental, and punitive person, who is first described as "a big lady." Later on, aspects of her girth are brought up frequently and, it seemed to me, in conjunction with less desirable aspects of her character. Only two other people in the book are noted as being overweight, one is the husband (boo! hiss!) of the woman desired by the main character and the other is a cross-dressing, cigar-smoking bull dyke. So, the religious harpy, the main character's male competition, and a bull dyke. Heft is not a character trait, that's all I'm pointing out. And weight aside, that guy our heroine dates -- the one who has a compulsion about showing off his circumcised erection and forcing Al to give him a hand job -- managed to be both creepy and gratuitously Jewish at the same time. We hear lotsa trash talking about Jews, and when we finally meet one in the book, he's revolting. Maybe Vanda should have included two rounds of Apology for those who are Jewish? The next bit that struck me as a might peculiar was that we have the ultra-feminine Juliana being pursued by Alice-call-me-Al. Al isn't described all that memorably, and except for a couple of offhand remarks by denizens of the gay world, there's nothing that would make me think, "This here is a butch kinda girl!" But Juliana dresses Al in men's pants, men's shirt, tie, men's suit jacket, and fedora because she loves seeing a woman dressed like a man. It's a turn-on for Juliana. Personally, I have never known of a feminine woman being turned into a butch by the sartorial preferences of her partner. When I insisted on wearing boy's clothes as a pre-schooler, it wasn't to impress a girl. It had to do with who I was. So, there were some things that just struck me as _off_, somehow, false notes that pulled me out of the world the author was creating. Also, there are some points in Al's travails that seem a bit too over-the-top. Would Aggie throw away an entire lifetime of being best friends with nary a backward glance? Could Al's mother be any nastier? That's why I gave it three stars. The upsides, however are that most characters are well-developed, even if not that well-described; the dialog is good; and the story does draw one in.