The writing is good, the characters are interesting, but throughout the narrative I find myself surprised that the story doesn't go deeper. That plots are neatly resolved. That minor conflicts don't carry over from one chapter to the next. I still have a couple of discs left, so I may be surprised still, but right now I judge it as a good story, not a great novel.
That's a bit harsh. But so much of what I read, now, I analyze what works and what doesn't in order to apply what I learn to my own work. In revisions, I'm up to the clunky last third of my book. I say "clunky" because, rereading it, the story feels forced, and the descriptions redundant. Maybe it's not horrible for a person writing her first novel, but it's not great. With all my procrastination and with all my distractions the past couple of months, I can look at it more objectively. I'm not as attached to leaving things as they are, to tinkering at the edges. A scalpel won't do--I need a hacksaw.