I really wanted to love this. Maybe it's just that I'm in a major reading slump. But I never quite get sucked into the 1950s gothicness of it - where Signal to Noise felt lived, this often felt a little too consciously period-piece-y, and so caught up in its protagonist's own world that the other characters feel like they're constantly waiting just off-stage to interact with her. Still much to like and I hope to read more of her in the future.