Reading this book felt a little like what Orabella must have felt living in that house - you can't tell the reality and illusions apart, things made sense for a bit then they didn't, the story a fever dream. I can't tell you for sure what really happened, only that it gripped me when I started reading and I wasn't able to put it down.

There was a conversation between two characters near the end of the book that read like criticisms of colonialism and how yt settler colonizers benefited from generations of (stolen) wealth that made me think more about the message of the book. Especially with that ending. Oof. Midnight Rooms is not leaving my mind anytime soon and I only hope it doesn't also show up in my nightmares.