I wanted to like this book so badly I convinced myself I did. But that denial could only last so long. 

I love gothic horror. I love suspenseful mysteries. This promised me both, and delivered a watered-down version of one. 

The vibes of the book itself are immaculate, with pictures and illustrations strewn about. But they never fully translated onto the page. Probably because most of the time I was just questioning what the hell was going on. Sadly, I don't think I can say this book had a plot. It had characters, but only the MC ever got any extra focus or depth. Everyone else was flat, and honestly, our MC wasn't too much better. But half the time I couldn't get a grip on where anything was going, or what our MC was trying to accomplish, or what flaws she was supposed to overcome, or any of that. It was just a collection of random kinda spooky things happening in a sequence that didn't make any sense. If I put down this book for so much as a day and came back to read the next chapter, I felt completely lost. 

At least the prose itself was pretty good. Madeleine Roux knows how to string a decent sentence together and describe a location. But the rest felt sorely lacking.