This was not a very uplifting story. Alex was a good guy and did indeed thrive better in the 14th century than he did in the 21st century, but his wife, Lindsay was a puzzling heroine. First of all, she must have been insane to travel back without Alex to a perilous way of life she knew well, having been there before.
But what I could not understand was her coldness and outright rejection of Trefor, which proved she had not a maternal bone in her body. Alex wasn't much better with Trefor, but he at least had SOME feeling for his son, although he NEVER showed it for some bizarre reason.
However, the author did little to make Trefor likeable. Granted, he had reason to be bitter, but his sullenness grew tiresome.
The story wasn't boring, and Alex shined often, but Lindsay and Trefor were pretty awful.
