To Beatrice:

Our love was on fire, and so was your house.

But, since you left me, I've had no spouse.

The Baudelaire's perplexing conflicts might seen like an exiting adventure-- only it's not. In fact it's so treacherous that I wouldn't even read this. If you read the Baudelaires life in this book, then I would conclude the novel with tear stained pages, and red eyes. You would mourn with page one until the last page-- no doubt about it. And, so I suggest you lay this book down and read a happy book such as The littlest elf. This giddy tale is about an elf who has fun all day long with his friends! But, the book you are currently holding is so depressing that I cannot explain the dismay the Baudelaires were experiencing.

Even though part of their adventures reunites them contentedly with some lost friends, they would feel the guilt of others deaths that occur in this disheartful novel.

Yet, it may be pleasent in some parts of the novel, it will also be discouraging in most of it. You may not notice it, though, but discouragment is there.

The Baudelaires encounter many new questions, and they encounter new villians. But, they also encounter new volunteers, an uncharacteristic hotel-- "uncharacteristic" is a word which here means "peculiar"-- and congregate with individuals they previously met in the past

Don't take it astonishing if you find your self in a dark room with the blinds closed, the doors closed, -- and this book closed. Also, don't be astounded if you find yourself with bags under your eyes, a wet face, and low self-esteem. And don't take it unanticipated if you're experiencing insomnia. Don't take it startling if you experince a melancholy mood. DON'T!

I once had a friend who was very optimistic before he expirienced anything full of perfidy-- "perfidy" a word which fere means treachery." But after his froficiency he became a more serious AND became a more pessimistic man. A couple of years ago he wrote a poem that actually made sense. Part of it went as followed:

Before my troubles

I never understood

the real life perils,

and that my life is as weak as burnt wood

A mind may be optimistic.

Or, full of dismay.

You can't really judge it.

It could be a perplexing day.

It is sad for us all.

And, we fear.

But we can help.

The world is quiet here.

The first two stanzas, I find, are very accurate. But, other people might be able to assist during complex times. And, so I conclude with a strong agreement with the last stanza, also-- but it won't always turn out as the desired outcome you may wanted it to have even with assistance. You should agree with that. It was proved various times.

I'm sorry if this made you experience the state of ennui. But, I can't guarantee my future chapters will turned out very intruiging. But, I say that this chronicle of the Baudelaires will be sort of engrossing. I hope so, and I believe so, as well. And, I would appreciate it if people reviewed.

I don't really know why, but I put "the world is quiet here." It made very much sense to me. So, I can't really say that I don't know why I put that there. But, at least it sounds cool!!