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 Slippery Slope
Sunny is taken, others forsaken,
They must think fast to avoid sudden death,
Was a close call, unless I’m mistaken.
There is no time for them to catch their breath.
The meeting of a mysterious scout
Turns out to be worthwhile. Behind the mask
is Quigley Quagmire, there is no doubt.
Answers he has to assist with their task.
A sad sight it is, it’s burnt to the ground.
These headquarters are no longer safe.
The baby is one no more they’ve found,
She eavesdrops and cooks, ignored as a waif.
Where’s the last safe place and The Sugar Bowl?
To find all the answers is now their goal.