I was enjoying the book well enough at the start, but around the 50% mark I started to get frustrated with it and my reading experience ended on a low note.

The writing style is light and distant, like being recounted a fairy tale. It reminded me of The Teller of Small Fortunes, but that book did a better job of making the characters feel distinct and memorable. Most of the side characters here, including the love interests, are only surface level depictions. 

Aside from the lack of depth in the characters, the plot is repetitive to a frustrating degree. Anne in particular was hard to sympathize with. I figured out what message/resolution the book was going for so painfully far ahead of the sisters that watching them fumble the ball as their magic house, magic cat, magic diary, and magic family friend all tried to give them hints was excruciating. 

I did really enjoy the magic house, I think the sense of the house being alive and the sensory descriptions of the tea and pastries were really fun. It made me want to eat cake, and I don't even like cake. I also enjoyed the little glimpses of world building for how the witch world fit into the human world, it would have been nice if there had been more of that.

The audiobook narrator wasn't my favorite, using the same blandly whimsical tone for everything, and I disliked their attempts at male voices.