I'm now 90 pages away from the end of The Towers of Trebizond by Rose Macaulay, and before I bought this book (so about a year ago), I looked at online reviews and saw British people saying the book is very British — so British in fact, and so Anglican, that if you are neither British nor Anglican then you should probably not read this book at all, because you'll find it impenetrable and boring. But I've really enjoyed it; it's funny and quirky and clever and filled with a (very life-sized and human) feeling of longing and very pleasantly written — and I've already picked out my next Macaulay read. So The Towers of Trebizond is neither too British nor too Anglican to swallow — it's a completely normal book, and a very good one too.
I've also recently read The Death of the Heart by Elizabeth Bowen, which the internet told me was "very British" (along with all of Bowen's other novels), but there wasn't anything out-of-the-ordinary about it. And I'm reminded of Lolly Willowes by Sylvia Townsend Warner, which I read a couple years ago, then posted about it on reddit and received a reply from a British redditor, who told me it was "very British" (it was normal).
Now I don't even know what to think anymore. What's going on?