Fifi’s Reading Hours

theres something so tragic in the way snicket books depict the realities of the kid hero fantasy that i just am too tired for right now.

any "a series of unfortunate events" fan in here ?

thinking about how when lemony saw that theodora had a bruise he immediately rushed to her side and asked what happened but when theodora saw lemony come home covered in bruises she said "i told you so" and started ranting about how much better her old apprentice was

people calling lemony snicket a murderer are all so annoying. its not his fault hangfire died! literally how was he supposed to know that the bombinating beast was Right There

thinking about how. in the bad beginning, olaf's house is in a terrible state and so is his person as a whole. like he's let both the house and himself deteriorated. but then starting from the reptile room and onwards, he's kind of, donning a new disguise each book, more cleaned up in general, acting out all the different roles - true, for the purpose of stealing the fortune, he's also an actor, who likes acting.

a series of unfortunate events is really the blueprint for characters doomed by the narrative like i think that series changed my brain chemistry forever… the title tells you how the story will end and the author repeatedly tries to warn you away but still you pick up the book. the first sentence is that it’s a tragedy and you keep reading anyway.. you read through the whole story and it’s terrible and tragic and unfortunate and then after you’ve stayed up late reading it under your covers with a flashlight, you go to your school library as soon as class is over and check out the next book in the series because you need to know what happens even though really, you already know. the end is right there in the title, it’s there in every page .. before the story even begins you know it’s a tragedy and you read it anyway and—

Reading ASOUE as a child, I didn't end up with a Violet Baudelaire complex (tying my hair up every time I have to think), or a Klaus Baudelaire complex (reading a shit ton of books about everything), but a rarer third thing I like to call a Lemony Snicket complex (I am very very sad, I write, I love desperately, and I still hope for the best)