When I saw this book from our community library, I knew that this is the Perfect Volume for Valentine'south in GatheringBooks and that we should come upwardly with a theme that celebrates messages in Books, thus our Message in a Bottle bimonthly theme for Jan-Feb.
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Brief Notes about the Volume. I won't even endeavour to depict what this book reveals to readers who were unfortunate enough to be familiar with the Baudelaire Case, such as myself. Suffice it to say that the punch-out letterings, the correspondences that exercise non seem remotely connected to each other (but strangely linked together in some way), the inspired packaging of how this book is a clever apprehension of the final installment in A Series of Unfortunate Events (published afterwards Book 12 The Penultimate Peril and earlier Volume thirteenThe Terminate) – make it the ultimate mystery volume consummate with anagrams, half-hidden clues, and narratives that continually negate each other y'all have no thought where you begin and where you end. Simply such is the beauty (and the boundless wit) of Lemony Snicket.
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A Loveletter to end all Lovenotes in the Globe Combined. Rather than reveal snippets of what I feel must be useless information to you who wish to gain farther illumination about Violet, Klaus and Sunny Baudelaire – I would much rather gloat Valentine's Day through the loveletter that has deeply moved me in this book and which I shall shamelessly post here (and yes I tirelessly typed away so I can share how Snicket'south honey sparkles and dances with all of you).
Such ingenuity, cunning, and brilliance – all zoned in to divert, diffuse, deflect the truth from you dear readers
May you find a kindred somewhere out there in the world who would capture your soul in the same mode that Lemony Snicket expressed his undying love to the lovely Baticeer Extraordinaire, Beatrice – through word play, silence knots, and utterly cool and senseless declarations of shining devotion.
I volition love yous with no regard to the actions of our enemies or the jealousies of actors. I will love you with no regard to the outrage of certain parents or the boredom of sure friends. I will dearest y'all no affair what is served in the world's cafeterias or what game is played at each and every recess. I volition love you no matter how many fire drills we are all forced to endure, and no thing what is drawn upon the blackboard in a blurring, boring chalk. I will dear you no affair how many mistakes I make when trying to reduce fractions, and no matter how difficult it is to memorize the periodic table. I volition dearest you no affair what your locker combination was, or how you decided to spend your time during study hall. I will love you lot no matter how your soccer team performed in the tournament or how many stains I received on my cheerleading compatible. I will love you if I never see y'all again, and I will love y'all if I meet you lot every Tuesday. I will dearest you lot if you cut your hair and I will love you lot if you cut the hair of others. I will dear you if you abandon your baticeering, and I volition love you if yous retire from the theater to take up some other, less dangerous occupation. I volition love you lot if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will dearest you if you beguile your male parent. I will beloved you even if y'all denote that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the best in the world and even if you announce that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will honey you if y'all abandon the theremin and take up the harmonica and I will love you lot if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to Yard. I will love yous as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves copse, fifty-fifty if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I will love y'all every bit the pesto loves the fetuccini and every bit the horseradish loves the miyagi, equally the tempura loves the ikura and the pepperoni loves the pizza. I will honey you every bit the manatee loves the caput of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, every bit the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as a corpse loves the nib of the vulture. I will dear you every bit the md loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I volition beloved you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness in the napkin, and the squinting center of the reader loves the smudged print of the document, and the tears of sadness dear the squinting eye as it misreads what is written. I will love you every bit the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I will honey you as a kid loves to overhear the conversations of its parents, and the parents love the audio of their ain arguing voices, and equally the pen loves to write down the words these voices utter in a notebook for safekeeping. I will love you every bit a shingle loves falling off a house on a windy day and striking a grumpy person across the chin, and every bit an oven loves malfunctioning in the middle of roasting a turkey. I will love you as an airplane loves to fall from a clear blue heaven and as an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms. I will dear y'all equally a wet paper towel loves to exist crumpled into a ball and thrown at a bath ceiling and an eraser loves to leave grit in the hairdos of the people who talk likewise much. I will beloved you equally a cufflink loves to driblet from its shirt and explore the party for itself and as a pair of white gloves loves to slip delicately into the punchbowl. I will dearest you equally a taxi loves the muddy splash of a puddle and equally a library loves the patient tick of a clock. I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love y'all equally misfortune loves orphans, every bit burn down loves innocence and equally justice loves to sit down and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you equally a battlefield loves immature men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I volition beloved you every bit the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was merely struck by a shingle falling off a firm. I will dear you lot as a volunteer fire section loves rushing into burning buildings and equally burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to exit a blimp and as a stuffed operator loves to chase after it. I will love you every bit a dagger loves a certain person'south back, and as a sure person loves to vesture daggerproof tunics, and every bit a daggerproof tunic loves to go to a sure dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up belatedly with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of communicable a burglar, and equally a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at dwelling house. I will dearest you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and equally a hugger-mugger loves to make a person gasp, and equally a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to at-home their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and equally the noise of drinking glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and every bit someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a undercover compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the earth. I will love yous until all the codes and hearts take been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled. I will love you lot until every fire is extinguished and until every home is rebuilt form the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed past the laziest of policemen. I volition love you until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will dearest y'all until C. realizes S. is non worthy of his honey and Northward. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I volition dear you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree and an apple tree hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I endeavour. I will love you as we abound older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years earlier that, and will proceed to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar marking the passage of time, except for the clocks that people take forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to identify in a highly visible area. I will honey you as we notice ourselves farther and farther from one another, where in one case we were then close that we could skid the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into ane another skid from skim to cypher, and until your face up is fogged by afar memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your altitude distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I volition beloved you lot no matter where you lot go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you lot don't see, and no thing who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no affair what happens to you, and no affair how I find what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no affair how I am discovered later on what happens to me happens to me as I am discovering this. I volition love you if y'all don't marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else – your co-star, perhaps, or Y., or fifty-fifty O., or anyone Z. through A., even R. although sadly I believe it will be quite some time earlier 2 women can be allowed to marry – and I will love yous if y'all accept a kid, and I will beloved y'all if you take two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally remember three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me afterwards all, and I must say that on belatedly, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned. That, Beatrice, is how I volition dear you even equally the earth goes on its wicked way.
dearest you no affair what your locker combination was, or how you decided to spend your time during study hall. I will love you lot no matter how your soccer team performed in the tournament or how many stains I received on my cheerleading compatible. I will love you if I never see y'all again, and I will love y'all if I meet you lot every Tuesday. I will dearest you lot if you cut your hair and I will love you lot if you cut the hair of others. I will dear you if you abandon your baticeering, and I volition love you if yous retire
from the theater to take up some other, less dangerous occupation. I volition love you lot if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will dearest you if you beguile your male parent. I will beloved you even if y'all denote that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the best in the world and even if you announce that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will honey you if y'all abandon the theremin and take up the harmonica and I will love you lot if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to Yard. I will love yous as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves copse, fifty-fifty if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I will love y'all every bit the pesto loves the fetuccini and every bit the horseradish loves the miyagi, equally the tempura loves the ikura and the pepperoni loves the pizza. I will honey you every bit the manatee loves the caput of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, every bit the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as a corpse loves the nib of the vulture. I will dear you every bit the md loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I volition beloved you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness in the napkin, and the squinting center of the reader loves the smudged print of the document, and the tears of sadness dear the squinting eye as it misreads what is written. I will love you every bit the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I will honey you as
a kid loves to overhear the conversations of its parents, and the parents love the audio of their ain arguing voices, and equally the pen loves to write down the words these voices utter in a notebook for safekeeping. I will love you every bit a shingle loves falling off a house on a windy day and striking a grumpy person across the chin, and every bit an oven loves malfunctioning in the middle of roasting a turkey. I will love you as an airplane loves to fall from a clear blue heaven and as an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms. I will dear y'all equally a wet paper towel loves to exist crumpled into a ball and thrown at a bath ceiling and an eraser loves to leave grit in the hairdos of the people who talk likewise much. I will beloved you equally a cufflink loves to driblet from its shirt and explore the party for itself and as a pair of white gloves loves to slip delicately into the punchbowl. I will dearest you equally a taxi loves the muddy splash of a puddle and equally a
library loves the patient tick of a clock. I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love y'all equally misfortune loves orphans, every bit burn down loves innocence and equally justice loves to sit down and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you equally a battlefield loves immature men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I volition beloved you every bit the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was merely struck by a shingle falling off a firm. I will dear you lot as a volunteer fire section loves rushing into burning buildings and equally burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to exit a blimp and as a stuffed operator loves to chase after it. I will love you every bit a dagger loves a certain person'south back, and as a sure person loves to vesture daggerproof tunics, and every bit a daggerproof tunic loves to go to a sure dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up belatedly with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of communicable a burglar, and equally a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at dwelling house. I will dearest you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and equally a hugger-mugger loves to make a person gasp, and equally a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to at-home their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and equally the noise of drinking glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and every bit someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a undercover compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the earth. I will love yous until all the codes and hearts take been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled. I will love you lot until every fire is extinguished and until every home is rebuilt form the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed past the laziest
of policemen. I volition love you until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will dearest y'all until C. realizes S. is non worthy of his honey and Northward. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I volition dear you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree and an apple tree hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I endeavour. I will love you as we abound older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years earlier that, and will proceed to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar marking the passage of time, except for the clocks that people take forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to identify in a highly visible area. I will honey you as we notice ourselves farther and farther from one another, where in one case we were then close that we could skid the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into ane another skid from skim to cypher, and until your face up is fogged by afar memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your altitude distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I volition beloved you lot no matter where you lot go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you lot don't see, and no thing who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no affair what happens to you, and no affair how I find what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no affair how I am discovered later on what happens to me happens to me as I am discovering this. I volition love you if y'all don't marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else – your co-star, perhaps, or Y., or fifty-fifty O., or anyone Z. through A., even R. although sadly I believe it will be quite some time earlier 2 women can be allowed to marry – and I will love yous if y'all accept a kid, and I will beloved y'all if you take two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally remember three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me afterwards all, and I must say that on belatedly, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned. That, Beatrice, is how I volition dear you even equally the earth goes on its wicked way.
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