Upon my first true reread of the series (I have not reread the entire series all in one go), I endeavor to write A Series of Unfortunate Sonnets: one sonnet written for each book. The sonnets will probably be rubbish (you could even say unfortunate), but nonetheless, it will be an experiment of my creativity. With thirteen chapters + a letter to the editor (explaining how to get the manuscript for each book), within thirteen books + follow up, a fourteen lined sonnet seems like the fitting form to adopt.
The Hostile Hospital
Lost in a barren wasteland, dry and hot.
A suspicious shopkeeper, and false news,
Unanswered telegram, has Poe forgot?
The lone Baudelaire’s are looking for clues.
They are hired by an old archivist – Hal
In a library that holds the answers
To all of the secrets no one will tell
Risky decisions, lies, taking chances.
What is noble? And is is good to lie?
How does one stay good, honest, and pure
When one is only trying not to die?
They thought they were good, now they’re not so sure.
Stowaways they are now, hiding in fear
In the trunk of Olaf’s – what will they hear?