If this book is shit, then it's clearly my shit.

I love how the book reads like it's floating. Like we never genuinely know truths from lies, or honesty from deceit. Sabina as a narrator is highly unreliable (not to mention she's a pathological thief, I think) and deeply in denial, so it's really hard to separate what was actually happen and what was a jumble of blurry assumptions.

To be honest with you all here, even when I finished the book, I won't even be sure about half of the things I read.
The weird thing is: I don't mind.

Catherine House is weird and unexplainable. I am not sure (and if my memory is correct, it's never explained too, at least not explicitly) what makes all those girls able to find the house and what leads them to it. The location of the house is also questionable since it's never clear whether the house does exist in our reality or not.

But the narrative is beautiful as well as high like heads in the clouds.
Very atmospheric, and despite too many questions left unanswered, too many events left unexplained, and too many attempts at explanation remain unclear, I just cannot bring myself to hate this book.

Because the fact is that I enjoyed my journey reading it all.
Bonus point: all the important characters are women.
Yay.