And extremely thankful that Lemony has not killed them, yet. Delighted to see the Quagmire triplets again, however briefly. The Baudelaire orphans still fighting the good fight, never failing each other, and fiercely trying to rescue the Quagmires, who sadly have only the briefest of appearances.Ī nice sequel, although a bit lacking of story progression, few things happening really and with not much happiness. Totally HATED Gunther, a very convincing businessman, unlike the despicable Count Olaf of the first book, or the terrifying Stephano of the second, or the mischievous Captain Sham of the third, or the feminine Shirley of the fourth, or the cakesniffer Genghis of the fifth (This is SERIOUSLY getting outta hand). Esme was nothing but UNLIKABLE and, despite my lack of fashion sense, I think she is SO OUT.

LIKED Jerome some, but not a lot, I don’t want to argue about it. I have to admit this book felt kind of a letdown, or at least in comparison to the wonderful #5. A brief respite of uneasiness takes place until Gunther, a highly renowned auctioneer, appears on their apartment and, who on earth would believe it, calamity strikes again. After leaving Prufrock Preparatory and the Quagmire triplets behind, the Baudelaire orphans travel to 667 Dark Avenue, to a penthouse that may or may not be located on the 48th or 84th floor here they meet The Squalors, a mixed bag of new caretakers Jerome, a kindhearted soul that doesn’t like to argue and Esme, a coldhearted financer that only cares about what’s in and out of fashion.

The ersatz elevator