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The Beatrice Letters is a short book in A Series of Unfortunate Events by American author, Lemony Snicket (aka Daniel Handler).
It consists of twelve items of correspondence between Lemony Snicket and Beatrice Buadelaire, who is apparently the sister of Violet, Klaus and Sunny Baudelaire, and a letter to his editor.
While it is difficult to make any sense at all out of this, frankly, bizarre collection, Snicket does display his love of whacky definitions and wordplay like puns and anagrams.
The items include calling cards, a poem, a telegram and letters: typed, handwritten and of the punchout variety, this last allowing for plenty of games with homonyms.
Separating these items are colourplates of shipwrecks, It was nice sort of revisiting the world of ASOUE but now I have many more questions.
I think a new series with Beatrice would be an awesome addition to this world.
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With all due respect,

Richard Denney Top Secret—only For Readers Deeply Interested In The Baudelaire Case How I Pity These ReadersWith All Due Respect,
Lemony Snicket ☆ read Ü The Beatrice Letters (A Series of Unfortunate Events) by Lemony Snicket ì Spoilers for this book and The End I would recommend reading this book after reading all of the other ones first.


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The end is near.
Followers of “A Series of Unfortunate Events” know that the thirteenth, and last, book of the series, titled “The End”, is out on the thirteenth day of the tenth month on the fifth day of the week.
A confusing phrase which here means: Friday, October 13th, 2006.


Lovers of the series have devoured each book and Lemony Snicket, the series’ elusive author, has earned himself quite a following.
A phrase which here means a LOT of happy readers who like to devour every word the author writes in hopes of solving a complicated mystery.


Why they would amuse themselves with the trivialities and misfortune that befalls the Baudelaire Orphans is beyond me.
Horrible things happen to these lucky children: Their house burns down, they lose their parents, they get taken in My Dearest Darling,

I received all two hundred pages of your book explaining why you cannot marry me, and I gave the carrier pigeons as much seed as they could eat, and I brushed their feathers with my trembling fingers, and bathed their beaks in my tears.
I had to read the book three and a half times before I could write to you.


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I will love you if you don’t marry me.
I will love you if you marry someone else, and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children or three children, or even more, although I personally think three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the