I thought I'd be weeping inconsonably by the time I finished this series, but I only got a little tiny bit ferklempt. Probably because I finished it at the desk. It's a satisfying ending to the Baudelaire's story, but it's also complex, morally ambiguous, full of secrets that will never be answered, and deeply tragic. So it's like Lost, only...much better. And there's no polar bears.
324 pp.
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