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 Grim Grotto
A sorry sight it is, sopping siblings
Slowly sailing along the Stricken Stream,
(It is swift and soggy due to false spring)
Searching for the Sugar Bowl, and it’s scheme.
Alas, ahoy! Aquatic periscope!
At last some affable associates,
Anticipating answers and hope.
Each, an avocation and able wits.
For fungi fascinates Fiona,
Phil is no fool with food. Widdershins too.
Forsaken! Was is all a persona?
Fear finds them, and something worse than the flu.
An enigma leads to an encounter,
With Kit, an equivocal chauffeur.