When I saw this book from our community library, I knew that this is the Perfect Book for Valentine's in GatheringBooks and that we should come up with a theme that celebrates messages in Books, thus our Message in a Bottle bimonthly theme for January-February.
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Cursory Notes about the Book. I won't even attempt to describe what this book reveals to readers who were unfortunate enough to be familiar with the Baudelaire Example, such as myself. Suffice it to say that the punch-out letterings, the correspondences that do non seem remotely continued to each other (but 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 afterwards Book 12 The Penultimate Peril and before Book 13The Stop) – make information technology the ultimate mystery book complete with anagrams, one-half-subconscious clues, and narratives that continually negate each other you have no idea where you begin and where you end. But such is the beauty (and the boundless wit) of Lemony Snicket.
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A Loveletter to cease all Lovenotes in the World Combined. Rather than reveal snippets of what I feel must be useless data to yous who wish to gain further illumination about Violet, Klaus and Sunny Baudelaire – I would much rather gloat Valentine'southward 24-hour interval through the loveletter that has deeply moved me in this book and which I shall shamelessly post here (and yep I tirelessly typed away so I can share how Snicket's dearest sparkles and dances with all of you).
Such ingenuity, cunning, and brilliance – all zoned in to divert, diffuse, deflect the truth from you love readers
May yous find a kindred somewhere out at that place in the world who would capture your soul in the same way 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 dear you with no regard to the deportment of our enemies or the jealousies of actors. I will dear you with no regard to the outrage of certain parents or the boredom of certain friends. I volition dear you no matter what is served in the world's cafeterias or what game is played at each and every recess. I will dearest you no matter how many fire drills nosotros are all forced to suffer, and no matter what is drawn upon the blackboard in a blurring, boring chalk. I will love you lot no matter how many mistakes I make when trying to reduce fractions, and no thing how difficult information technology is to memorize the periodic table. I will love you no matter what your locker combination was, or how you decided to spend your fourth dimension during study hall. I will honey you no matter how your soccer squad performed in the tournament or how many stains I received on my cheerleading uniform. I volition love you if I never see yous again, and I will honey yous if I see you lot every Tuesday. I will love yous if you cut your hair and I will love you if you lot cut the hair of others. I will love you if you carelessness your baticeering, and I will beloved you lot if you retire from the theater to take upwards some other, less dangerous occupation. I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the flooring instead of hanging information technology up and I volition love you if you betray your father. I will beloved y'all fifty-fifty if you announce that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the all-time in the world and fifty-fifty if you announce that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will love you if you carelessness the theremin and take up the harmonica and I volition honey you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to K. I volition love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and equally kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans plough to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I volition love you lot as the pesto loves the fetuccini and as the horseradish loves the miyagi, as the tempura loves the ikura and the pepperoni loves the pizza. I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and equally the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the talocrural joint of a wader and equally a corpse loves the bill of the vulture. I will love you as the medico loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will beloved yous as the bristles 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 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 will love you lot as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers beloved the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavour of naval uniforms. I will love you as a child loves to overhear the conversations of its parents, and the parents love the sound of their own arguing voices, and as 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 firm on a windy day and striking a grumpy person across the chin, and every bit an oven loves malfunctioning in the eye of roasting a turkey. I will love you as an airplane loves to fall from a articulate blue sky and every bit an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms. I will love you equally a wet paper towel loves to be crumpled into a ball and thrown at a bathroom ceiling and an eraser loves to leave dust in the hairdos of the people who talk too much. I will honey you equally a cufflink loves to drop from its shirt and explore the party for itself and as a pair of white gloves loves to sideslip delicately into the punchbowl. I will love you as a taxi loves the muddy splash of a puddle and equally a library loves the patient tick of a clock. I volition dear you equally a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, equally a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and spotter while everything goes wrong. I volition love you equally a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will beloved you lot as the banana peel loves the shoe of a human who was only struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love y'all as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to hunt them back out, and equally 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 dorsum, and as a sure person loves to wearable 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 communicable a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up backside people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home. I will dear you as a drawer loves a underground compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a underground loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their fretfulness, and equally a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean confronting, even if leaning against information technology presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a underground compartment. I will love yous 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 dear you lot until every burn is extinguished and until every home is rebuilt course the handsomest and most susceptible of wood, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of policemen. I will honey you until Thousand. hates snakes and J. hates grammer, and I volition dearest you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I volition beloved y'all until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple tree, 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 concluding occurrence no affair how hard I try. I will love you equally nosotros abound older, which has only happened, and has happened once again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and volition continue to happen as 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 air current and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so shut that we could skid the curved harbinger, and the long, slender spoon, betwixt our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of the states running into i another slip from skim to zero, and until your face is fogged by afar retention, and your retentivity faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face up, and your altitude distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I volition dear you no matter where y'all become and who you run into, no matter where you avert and who yous don't see, and no matter who sees you fugitive where you become. I volition beloved you lot no thing what happens to y'all, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me happens to me equally I am discovering this. I will dearest you if you don't marry me. I will love y'all if yous marry someone else – your co-star, perhaps, or Y., or even O., or anyone Z. through A., even R. although sadly I believe information technology will exist quite some time earlier ii women can be allowed to marry – and I will beloved y'all if you have a child, and I will love you lot if you accept ii children, or iii children, or even more, although I personally recollect 3 is enough, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you lot had married me later on 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 will love you fifty-fifty as the world goes on its wicked way.
love you no matter what your locker combination was, or how you decided to spend your fourth dimension during study hall. I will honey you no matter how your soccer squad performed in the tournament or how many stains I received on my cheerleading uniform. I volition love you if I never see yous again, and I will honey yous if I see you lot every Tuesday. I will love yous if you cut your hair and I will love you if you lot cut the hair of others. I will love you if you carelessness your baticeering, and I will beloved you lot if you retire
from the theater to take upwards some other, less dangerous occupation. I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the flooring instead of hanging information technology up and I volition love you if you betray your father. I will beloved y'all fifty-fifty if you announce that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the all-time in the world and fifty-fifty if you announce that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will love you if you carelessness the theremin and take up the harmonica and I volition honey you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to K. I volition love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and equally kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans plough to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I volition love you lot as the pesto loves the fetuccini and as the horseradish loves the miyagi, as the tempura loves the ikura and the pepperoni loves the pizza. I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and equally the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the talocrural joint of a wader and equally a corpse loves the bill of the vulture. I will love you as the medico loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will beloved yous as the bristles 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 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 will love you lot as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers beloved the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavour of naval uniforms. I will love you as
a child loves to overhear the conversations of its parents, and the parents love the sound of their own arguing voices, and as 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 firm on a windy day and striking a grumpy person across the chin, and every bit an oven loves malfunctioning in the eye of roasting a turkey. I will love you as an airplane loves to fall from a articulate blue sky and every bit an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms. I will love you equally a wet paper towel loves to be crumpled into a ball and thrown at a bathroom ceiling and an eraser loves to leave dust in the hairdos of the people who talk too much. I will honey you equally a cufflink loves to drop from its shirt and explore the party for itself and as a pair of white gloves loves to sideslip delicately into the punchbowl. I will love you as a taxi loves the muddy splash of a puddle and equally a
library loves the patient tick of a clock. I volition dear you equally a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, equally a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and spotter while everything goes wrong. I volition love you equally a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will beloved you lot as the banana peel loves the shoe of a human who was only struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love y'all as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to hunt them back out, and equally 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 dorsum, and as a sure person loves to wearable 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 communicable a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up backside people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home. I will dear you as a drawer loves a underground compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a underground loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their fretfulness, and equally a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean confronting, even if leaning against information technology presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a underground compartment. I will love yous 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 dear you lot until every burn is extinguished and until every home is rebuilt course the handsomest and most susceptible of wood, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest
of policemen. I will honey you until Thousand. hates snakes and J. hates grammer, and I volition dearest you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I volition beloved y'all until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple tree, 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 concluding occurrence no affair how hard I try. I will love you equally nosotros abound older, which has only happened, and has happened once again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and volition continue to happen as 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 air current and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so shut that we could skid the curved harbinger, and the long, slender spoon, betwixt our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of the states running into i another slip from skim to zero, and until your face is fogged by afar retention, and your retentivity faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face up, and your altitude distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I volition dear you no matter where y'all become and who you run into, no matter where you avert and who yous don't see, and no matter who sees you fugitive where you become. I volition beloved you lot no thing what happens to y'all, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me happens to me equally I am discovering this. I will dearest you if you don't marry me. I will love y'all if yous marry someone else – your co-star, perhaps, or Y., or even O., or anyone Z. through A., even R. although sadly I believe information technology will exist quite some time earlier ii women can be allowed to marry – and I will beloved y'all if you have a child, and I will love you lot if you accept ii children, or iii children, or even more, although I personally recollect 3 is enough, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you lot had married me later on 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 will love you fifty-fifty as the world goes on its wicked way.
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