Here I am on the other side of reading this book, and no, I am not okay. Matter of fact, I want to fight somebody, anybody really. 

Solomon's writing and style embodied Ezri so much so that it felt disjointed at times as I was reading it. I found myself having to backtrack to understand the subtle shifts in Ezri's mind. It made since why... eventually, but it took so long to get to the climax of the story. I guess that built suspense, but I also got frustrated because it started to feel like revealing the truth of the haunted house was being drawn out.