One of the reasons “A Series of Unfortunate Events” was so compelling to me was the authors name: Lemony Snicket. Instantly, you imagine a slightly nerdy boy wearing broken glasses which were crushed by a Carmelita Spats sort of girl squealing “Another addition to the cakesniffers!”. Suddenly you feel you must be a Quagmire, perhaps you feel indebted to take on the role of Quigley; brave and foolishly loyal to the boy with the unfortunate name just like his siblings were to the Baudelaire’s in the Austere Academy.
Lemony tried to trick us into abandoning his books at every new release but nobody was fooled. The description of the “misery, despair and discomfort” these books would cause us was promptly ignored. “He needs to stop doubting himself” we thought miserably “Or get himself a better publicist. And a better name!”
It seems Lemony Snicket has manned up and started calling himself Daniel Handler these days. However, the blurb of his new book “Why We Broke Up” is still bursting with clues about why they broke up.
We know its you, Lemony!