I was reading along in Lyda Morehouse's Apocalypse Array, and I got to this: "When I kissed Mouse ever so lightly on the cheek, I smelled him for the first time -- a clean, spicy scent, like rosemary, mingled with the leather of his jacket." Let's leave aside whether rosemary is spicy; I read that and thought, "That's impossible. She's been having a conversation with him for at least ten minutes straight. She has to have been smelling him." And then I thought, "Oh. That whole 'other people not being me' thing." Sigh. I mean, that is what it is, right? I'm not being given the information that this character has what the author would consider a disability?