When I saw this book from our customs library, I knew that this is the Perfect Book for Valentine's in GatheringBooks and that nosotros should come up with a theme that celebrates letters in Books, thus our Message in a Bottle bimonthly theme for January-February.
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Brief Notes virtually the Book. I won't fifty-fifty attempt to describe 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 do not seem remotely connected to each other (merely strangely linked together in some style), the inspired packaging of how this book is a clever anticipation of the last installment in A Series of Unfortunate Events (published after Volume 12 The Penultimate Peril and earlier Book thirteenThe Cease) – make it the ultimate mystery book complete with anagrams, half-hidden clues, and narratives that continually negate each other you have no idea where you lot brainstorm and where you lot end. Simply such is the beauty (and the dizzying wit) of Lemony Snicket.
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A Loveletter to finish all Lovenotes in the World Combined. Rather than reveal snippets of what I feel must be useless information to you who wish to proceeds further illumination about Violet, Klaus and Sunny Baudelaire – I would much rather celebrate Valentine's Day through the loveletter that has deeply moved me in this volume and which I shall shamelessly mail service here (and yes I tirelessly typed away so I can share how Snicket's love 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 yous 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 absurd and senseless declarations of shining devotion.
I will dearest you lot with no regard to the deportment 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 certain friends. I will beloved y'all no matter what is served in the world's cafeterias or what game is played at each and every recess. I will love you no affair how many burn down drills we are all forced to endure, and no thing what is fatigued upon the blackboard in a blurring, boring chalk. I will love you no thing how many mistakes I make when trying to reduce fractions, and no thing how difficult it is to memorize the periodic table. I will love you no affair what your locker combination was, or how you lot decided to spend your time during study hall. I volition love you no affair how your soccer team performed in the tournament or how many stains I received on my cheerleading uniform. I will love you lot if I never see you once again, and I will dearest y'all if I see you every Tuesday. I will dear you if you cut your pilus and I will love you lot if you cutting the hair of others. I will love you if you abandon your baticeering, and I volition love you if you retire from the theater to take upwards some other, less dangerous occupation. I will love yous if y'all drop your raincoat on the flooring instead of hanging it upward and I will love you if you lot beguile your father. I will dear you even if you announce that the poesy of Edgar Guest is the best in the world and even if yous denote that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will honey y'all if you carelessness the theremin and have up the harmonica and I will love you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to Chiliad. I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, fifty-fifty if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the woods without anyone around to hear them. I will love you as the pesto loves the fetuccini and equally the horseradish loves the miyagi, as the tempura loves the ikura and the pepperoni loves the pizza. I will love yous as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the nighttime spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the talocrural joint of a wader and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I volition love you every bit the doc loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the bristles, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness in the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged print of the document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written. I volition dear you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers dearest the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I volition love y'all every bit a child loves to eavesdrop the conversations of its parents, and the parents love the audio of their own arguing voices, and equally the pen loves to write downwards the words these voices utter in a notebook for safekeeping. I will love you every bit a shingle loves falling off a firm on a windy solar day and striking a grumpy person across the mentum, and as an oven loves malfunctioning in the middle of roasting a turkey. I volition beloved you every bit an plane loves to fall from a clear blue heaven and as an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms. I will love you equally a wet newspaper towel loves to be crumpled into a ball and thrown at a bath ceiling and an eraser loves to leave dust in the hairdos of the people who talk too much. I will beloved you as a cufflink loves to drib from its shirt and explore the party for itself and equally a pair of white gloves loves to slip delicately into the punchbowl. I will love you equally a taxi loves the muddy splash of a pool and as a library loves the patient tick of a clock. I volition honey you every bit a thief loves a gallery and equally a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I volition love yous as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battleground loves immature men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will honey you every bit the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was but struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer burn down department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it. I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person's back, and as a certain person loves to wear daggerproof tunics, and as a daggerproof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry out cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, all of a sudden realizing that she has left her dagger at dwelling. I will dearest y'all every bit a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a surreptitious compartment loves a hole-and-corner, and as a clandestine loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to at-home their nerves, and equally a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the flooring, and as the racket of drinking glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and equally someone else gasping loves a nearby desk-bound to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a hush-hush compartment. I volition beloved you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love yous until all the codes and hearts accept been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled. I will love you until every burn down is extinguished and until every dwelling house is rebuilt grade the handsomest and most susceptible of wood, and until every criminal is handcuffed past the laziest of policemen. I will love you until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammer, and I will love yous until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his honey and North. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I will 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 hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no affair how hard I effort. I will dear you as nosotros grow older, which has merely happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and so several years before that, and will continue to happen equally the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to identify in a highly visible area. I will dearest yous equally we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once nosotros were then shut that nosotros could sideslip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will dearest you until the chances of u.s.a. running into one another sideslip from skim to zero, and until your face up is fogged by distant retentiveness, and your retentivity faced past distant fog, and your fog memorized by a afar face, and your distance distanced by the memorized retention of a foggy fog. I volition honey you no thing where you become and who yous run across, no affair where you avoid and who yous don't see, and no affair who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love yous no matter what happens to you, and no thing how I observe what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me equally I observe this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me happens to me as I am discovering this. I will love y'all if you lot don't marry me. I volition love you if you ally 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 fourth dimension before 2 women tin be allowed to ally – and I volition love you if you lot have a kid, and I will love you if you have two children, or iii children, or even more, although I personally recollect three is plenty, and I will love y'all if you never marry at all, and never take children, and spend your years wishing you had married me later all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned. That, Beatrice, is how I volition love y'all fifty-fifty equally the world goes on its wicked way.
love you no affair what your locker combination was, or how you lot decided to spend your time during study hall. I volition love you no affair how your soccer team performed in the tournament or how many stains I received on my cheerleading uniform. I will love you lot if I never see you once again, and I will dearest y'all if I see you every Tuesday. I will dear you if you cut your pilus and I will love you lot if you cutting the hair of others. I will love you if you abandon your baticeering, and I volition love you if you retire
from the theater to take upwards some other, less dangerous occupation. I will love yous if y'all drop your raincoat on the flooring instead of hanging it upward and I will love you if you lot beguile your father. I will dear you even if you announce that the poesy of Edgar Guest is the best in the world and even if yous denote that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will honey y'all if you carelessness the theremin and have up the harmonica and I will love you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to Chiliad. I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, fifty-fifty if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the woods without anyone around to hear them. I will love you as the pesto loves the fetuccini and equally the horseradish loves the miyagi, as the tempura loves the ikura and the pepperoni loves the pizza. I will love yous as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the nighttime spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the talocrural joint of a wader and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I volition love you every bit the doc loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the bristles, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness in the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged print of the document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written. I volition dear you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers dearest the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I volition love y'all every bit
a child loves to eavesdrop the conversations of its parents, and the parents love the audio of their own arguing voices, and equally the pen loves to write downwards the words these voices utter in a notebook for safekeeping. I will love you every bit a shingle loves falling off a firm on a windy solar day and striking a grumpy person across the mentum, and as an oven loves malfunctioning in the middle of roasting a turkey. I volition beloved you every bit an plane loves to fall from a clear blue heaven and as an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms. I will love you equally a wet newspaper towel loves to be crumpled into a ball and thrown at a bath ceiling and an eraser loves to leave dust in the hairdos of the people who talk too much. I will beloved you as a cufflink loves to drib from its shirt and explore the party for itself and equally a pair of white gloves loves to slip delicately into the punchbowl. I will love you equally a taxi loves the muddy splash of a pool and as a
library loves the patient tick of a clock. I volition honey you every bit a thief loves a gallery and equally a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I volition love yous as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battleground loves immature men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will honey you every bit the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was but struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer burn down department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it. I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person's back, and as a certain person loves to wear daggerproof tunics, and as a daggerproof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry out cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, all of a sudden realizing that she has left her dagger at dwelling. I will dearest y'all every bit a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a surreptitious compartment loves a hole-and-corner, and as a clandestine loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to at-home their nerves, and equally a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the flooring, and as the racket of drinking glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and equally someone else gasping loves a nearby desk-bound to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a hush-hush compartment. I volition beloved you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love yous until all the codes and hearts accept been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled. I will love you until every burn down is extinguished and until every dwelling house is rebuilt grade the handsomest and most susceptible of wood, and until every criminal is handcuffed past the laziest
of policemen. I will love you until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammer, and I will love yous until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his honey and North. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I will 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 hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no affair how hard I effort. I will dear you as nosotros grow older, which has merely happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and so several years before that, and will continue to happen equally the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to identify in a highly visible area. I will dearest yous equally we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once nosotros were then shut that nosotros could sideslip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will dearest you until the chances of u.s.a. running into one another sideslip from skim to zero, and until your face up is fogged by distant retentiveness, and your retentivity faced past distant fog, and your fog memorized by a afar face, and your distance distanced by the memorized retention of a foggy fog. I volition honey you no thing where you become and who yous run across, no affair where you avoid and who yous don't see, and no affair who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love yous no matter what happens to you, and no thing how I observe what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me equally I observe this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me happens to me as I am discovering this. I will love y'all if you lot don't marry me. I volition love you if you ally 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 fourth dimension before 2 women tin be allowed to ally – and I volition love you if you lot have a kid, and I will love you if you have two children, or iii children, or even more, although I personally recollect three is plenty, and I will love y'all if you never marry at all, and never take children, and spend your years wishing you had married me later all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned. That, Beatrice, is how I volition love y'all fifty-fifty equally the world goes on its wicked way.
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