yea

i love the decription of the room where pip is staying and at all the things that are tringered in his mind while in the room

"the clset whispered, the fire-place sighed, the little washing-stand ticked, and the guitar string played occasionally in the chest of drawers. at about the same time, the eyes on the wall acquired a new expression, and in every one of those staring rounds i saw written, DON'T GO HOME."

i can just see the room coming to life as Pip lays on his bed looking around.
...and why is there a guitar in the room?