Lewis Barnavelt is a good character. He is an insecure boy – overweight and very bad at sports, he has a hard time making friends. The mistakes he makes are understandable. They come from his fear of being abandoned, of losing yet more people that are important to him. In the end, his flaws make him even more likeable, especially because he proves himself capable of overcoming them and doing the right thing at crucial moments.
This novel is written in a style that reminded me a little of Roald Dahl, and that can only be a good thing. I think that what I liked the most about the story was the fact that it had just the right amounts of both creepiness and comfort. The novel has a gothic feel to it, but there are also some Griffyndor-common-room-esque moments spent eating chocolate chip cookies and drinking hot cocoa around the fire:
Ana / things mean a lot