Before you throw this awful book to the ground and run as far away from it as possible, you should probably know why. This book is the only one which describes every last detail of the Baudelaire children’s miserable stay at Heimlich Hospital, which makes it one of the most dreadful books in the world.
There are many pleasant things to read about, but this book contains none of them. Within its pages are such burdensome details as a suspicious shopkeeper, unnecessary surgery, an intercom system, anesthesia, heart-shaped balloons, and some very startling news about a fire. Clearly you do not want to read about such things.
I have sworn to research this story, and to write it down as best I can, so I should know that this book is something best left on the ground, where you undoubtedly found it.
With all due respect,
I really liked this one, as it felt just a shade darker in tone somehow, but must confess that nothing much really happened in it. Really, Olaf’s scheme takes a back seat, even in the orphans’ own minds, to discovering what the Library of Records in the hospital can tell them about the mystery of the fire that claimed the lives of their parents.
It’s nifty how the orphans have become much more self-reliant in these past two books. In fact, there was no Mr. Poe at all in this one, as they’ve completely given up expecting any sort of help from him. I wish my faith that they’ll emerge from Olaf’s clutches unscathed could be chalked up to their own skills, but I never truly believe that they’re in any jeopardy. Maybe Snicket’ll surprise me and kill one off; that’d be Whedony.