Years ago, when I was in junior high, my
English teacher said we could have extra credit if we went to a play being offered at the local college. I wrote down the location, day and time; my
folks dropped me off at the theatre and said they'd be back when it was over. (this is not the start of a suspense novel, they did come back!)
I went in to find no one in the lobby. I opened one of the doors to the auditorium expecting it would be empty as well. But, no, there was a play in progress on the stage.
I found an empty seat in the last row and settled in.
It was utterly surreal. I had NO idea what was going on. The actors were speaking English, I recognized words, but what they were saying eluded me entirely.
An hour later I crept back out of the theatre, waited for my folks and said "I'm not sure what that was."
Turns out it was Hamlet. I'd gotten the day and time very wrong.
I mention this only because I read the description of Passersthrough, and then I read the book, and realized I'd travelled back in time to that auditorium.
Passersthrough isn't at all what I was expecting. But this time I recognized Hamlet.
Have you read a book that wasn't what you thought it would be?