If you’re looking for a quick read with an engaging plot and a satisfactory resolution this isn’t the book for you. I still enjoyed the book. Snicket (David Handler) writes with an irreverence and on-the-nose pedantic style that I find humorous. But just beneath the quirkiness is a depth that I really appreciate. Again, this book isn’t for everyone. Even the fans of A Series of Unfortunate Events won’t necessarily like this book the same as they did those. And I doubt that this book will turn you into a ravenous fan of Lemony Snicket. It’s still fun.
There really isn’t that much more to say about this book.
I can compare the pencil I am using to write these words (and these words, and these and these) to my own life, because it is sometimes sharp and sometimes dull, and because it is getting shorter the more I use it, and because even when I try to erase things you can still see the marks they left behind.
It is lonely, sometimes, to be alone, but some people are good at being lonely. I am one of them. I am a loneliness savant, a word which here means that loneliness comes naturally to me, so I am quite good at loneliness, if I do say so myself.
Get Lemony Snicket’s Poison for Breakfast.
