When at the beginning of Ben Guterson's Winterhouse fantasy, eleven year old Elizabeth Somers is sent by her curmudgeonly and unloving aunt and uncle to spend the Christmas season at the sprawling Winterhouse Hotel, she does not at first know what to make of this. But Elizabeth soon realises that Winterhouse is a fun and magical place (with everything her heart could desire, including a massive library, her first real friend and in Norbridge Falls a hotel proprietor who is both personable and kind). But alongside of all the fun and games, the puzzles and culinary delights of Winterhouse, Elizabeth (and her new friend Freddy) soon discover that not only does the hotel harbour some major secrets (especially concerning the Falls family), but that said secrets are also fraught with danger (a threat that could even perhaps destroy both Winterhouse and the Falls family, and that somehow Elizabeth is directly linked to all of this).
Now Winterhouse and its sequels have been on my to-read list, have been on my reading radar for quite some time, and I am very glad that I have now finally read the first novel (and I am certainly and without a doubt also planning on reading the entire series). And yes, as a middle grade level fantasy story in and of itself, I have most definitely and indeed found Winterhouse an engaging reading romp, with just enough but not too much mystery and darkness, and Elizabeth Somers a both delightful and personally relatable main protagonist. I really love love love Elizabeth's bookishness, her mania for puzzles and except for the fact that she repeatedly fibs about having returned that mysterious book to the hotel library, I generally also consider Elizabeth Somers sweet tempered and generally adequately well behaved, full of intelligence and also a sense for what is right (and with that library book, I guess it does kind of appear as though Elizabeth is being externally controlled and manipulated to a large extent).
However, as much as Winterhouse has appealed to me (and also to my inner child) and albeit that I have both massively enjoyed and appreciated (if not even loved) the hotel with almost every comfort, every wish and desire being granted setting, I do have to admit that I wish author Ben Guterson's sense of narrational place were just a bit stronger and more solid. For while he does give a number of specific hints that Winterhouse is located in the USA (mentions of the Fourth of July, dollars etc.), I for one when I first started reading Winterhouse rather felt that I was reading a story set in the United Kingdom and not in America (or perhaps more to the point in Scotland, as Elizabeth's bus journey to Winterhouse very much does remind me of the long train tip to Hogwarts that students must take in J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series). Furthermore, I also tend to find the villains of Winterhouse rather a bit too one-sided and flat (and would definitely much prefer both the Hiemses' and Gracella Winters to be a trifle less overtly stereotypical horrid and evil), not to mention that yes, I also relatively quickly figured out how Norbridge Falls and Elizabeth Somers are connected (and thus, the major reveal at the end of Winterhouse as to their relationship was and remains both not surprising and as such also a bit of a let-down).