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Bedtime Stories: The Penultimate Peril, Book the Twelfth, Lemony Snicket


My kiddo and I have spent the last year or thereabouts reading A Series of Unfortunate Events. We've finally crested Book The Twelfth in the series, titled The Penultimate Peril.

There are several things we love about these books. One is the fast paced language. Second, the explanation of difficult words and terms by the author in the middle of the storytelling. And third, the suspense of never knowing what dastardly deeds are coming next.

With one book left in the series, we've been left unclear on if the Boudelaire orphans are becoming orphans, or if Count Olaf is becoming noble. One thing we have decided on is that most of the noble people in these books have suffered from a villainous case of indecisiveness where danger is concerned.

Above all else, we are curious about what will happen in The End, book 13 in the series because we're no closer to solving the orphan's many mysteries than we were in book one. As a parent, I've enjoyed sharing these dark, suspenseful, confusing, mysterious books with my kiddo because it's opened him up to interest in detectives and injustice. As a kid, my son enjoys them because the heroes are children, and he likes to stop mid-chapter to tell me what he'd do in their situation, and see if Violet, Klaus and Sunny follow his lead.

If you're midway through the series and have given up hope, I encourage you to take a break until you feel brave enough to continue and then dive back in. And if you've never cracked the cover of A Series of Unfortunate Events before, you can start the series with book one by clicking here.

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