People were usually nice to Edward initially. His helplessness and sweetness ensured this. It was after something went wrong or there was an accident that people started to get angry at him.
"Very helpful!" Edward agreed happily, trying out the journal, writing in it with cramped and unwieldy (but miraculously legible) letters. "I can write! Maybe I can keep a journal, or..." he carefully started to flip through when Tonks said that there was other writing. How strange!
"So many different kinds!" He gasped, with a sort of childlike wonder that was missing in even actual children these days.