One thing that broke my suspension of disbelief recently was a scene in a story set in London (UK) in winter.
It mentioned that the snow was a meter deep. (For anyone who doesn't know London, that's about as likely as running into a pride of lions in the street.)
Another thing is when the character's actions are too obviously being driven by the needs of the plot. When there's no discernable reason for someone to have done what he just did except to move the plot along.
It mentioned that the snow was a meter deep. (For anyone who doesn't know London, that's about as likely as running into a pride of lions in the street.)
Another thing is when the character's actions are too obviously being driven by the needs of the plot. When there's no discernable reason for someone to have done what he just did except to move the plot along.