I expected more... 
 The story started out so promising. The first 400 pages of illustrations captivated me and I was excited to find out how the story in the form of prose would intertwine with the pictures. And at first I was intrigued but then I called the plot twist, if you can call it that, pretty soon after that so I actually found it to be quite anticlimatic. The following 200 pages were full of nothingness and boredom and I don't think I would've minded too much if I hadn't ended up being annoyed at each and every one of the characters. 
 Joseph was the kind of child I sometimes want to punch in the face. He never listened to anything his uncle told him and messed up so many times that I started to question his intellectual capacity. I understand that he was curious and wanted to know more his approach was terrible. Boy, you're 13, not 7! 
 On the other hand I can understand him because his uncle just wouldn't tell him anything!! Why keep all of this a secret? What's so hard about telling your nephew what's going on instead of letting him believe some nonsense? What's your problem??? 
 Frankie was almost as bad as Joseph, maybe even more so, because she basically interfered with something that she had nothing to do with. 
 The only thing I really liked was what came after the 'mystery' had been revealed and the whole story behind it. I think I might have enjoyed this a lot more without the whole secretiveness around something that didn't deserve to be made a big deal of. 
 I think what bothered me the most was that I sort of felt betrayed. I expected something magical or fantastical, maybe magical realism, but this book was just a tease in regards to that. It felt a bit like A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness but executed in a way that left me disappointed instead of melancholic.