Hooked on A Series of Unfortunate Events

As a writer an artist, you have to expand yourself to different avenues; it helps you to grow and create a certain style. Each writer and artist has their own personal style, or voice so to speak. Their words entangle you into a realm which pulls you into a world created by their imagination.
Now I have to admit, as a beginner, I latched onto one writer and stuck with him for a while, the master of horror, Stephen King himself. I read all his books a dozen times, own his entire library and movies which were adapted from his tangled world of mystery and macabre. Then came Dean Koontz (which I recall reading The Door to December in a recycle trailer where I worked as a kid trying to earn my first way in this world at the age of 15) and became trapped in his web of demise. Both authors I still read today, adding their newest novels to my library.
Just last week I was in Target when I ran across the entire collection of Lemony Snicket, A Series of Unfortunate Events. The first thing that popped into my head was Jim Carrey and the words, “it’s french for beef which is roasted.” Now I must’ve watched this movie about a hundred times with my kids while I lived with them in Georgia, waiting for their mother to return from her recent rotation to Iraq, and never once imagined how the book was written. I picked up the first book (out of 13) and read the back which told me to put it down, don’t buy it, it’s filled with nothing but misfortunes for 3 orphan children. I have to admit, if I had never seen the movie, I would’ve bought the book right on the spot. Why, because I’m human, and when you tell a human not to do something; they 99 times out of 100 will do it anyway.
I have to say that I was hooked from the first 4 pages. The style of the book was the same as that in the movie. Each page led to another event, one right after another to the point where I had flipped 20 pages into it and almost missed my appointment. Long story short, I ended up buying it, and I’m sad to report that I will probably spend the money and by the whole box collection. Lemony Snicket (Brett Helquist) has a mysterious way of telling a story, and if you are a big reading fan, and never read it; I would have to implore picking up the collection. Even though it might seem it was meant for a child, it can turn your head and keep you flipping through the story until you reach the end. Filled with illustrations by Brett Helquist; and tuned with words from Lemony Snicket, the book is as good as the movie and well worth the time to step away from Stephen King for just a second and take a journey with the Baudelaire Children and witness first hand a series of unfortunate events.
R/S
MRF

Where I found the box collection:

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A little about the writer: