HATE the way the author writes about fat people. 

‘To Evie’s astonishment, her cousin Eustace was waiting inside, pale and corpulent, appearing like a baby whale that had been loaded into the seat. He locked her against the massive, stale-smelling folds of his body, exhibiting surprising strength as he plumped a fleshy forearm over her throat. “Got you,” he said, panting with effort. ‘

This kind of thing goes on throughout the entire scene. J.K. Rowling levels of fat = evil and disgusting.

Also the only non-white character was written in such a subtly gross way. A Romani character who is constantly described as exotic and mysterious, lithe and charming, always smiling.