The story reads as if the author must be an elderly spinster. Her leading lady is afraid of everything, lacks any confidence and though she keeps saying she is "practical", she also lacks common sense. The crisis toward the end is precipitated by the worst act of negligence. The frequent prayers to God asking for help would be better directed if she just asked for some backbone and grew up.
One of the best I've read in a while. The sweetness and steadfastness of the hunk of a hero, paired with the stubborn intellectual biologist who has made a career building a scientific basis for never falling in love is an irriestible story.