That’s pretty fortunate, isn’t it?” “Gee,” said a worker. My left leg is broken, but at least I’m right legged. ”That’s the spirit,” said Phil, “I told you that if you just look on the bright side-” Slam-CRASH-Ahh! “Well, this isn’t too bad. See if you can salvage anything from it, besides Phil that is <3. Totally skippable sequel, unless you want to feel really bummed, then by all means go right ahead and read it. Reiteration means… The humor is still there, but somewhat lacking, no lol jokes on this one, or endearing moments to remember by. Incessant means an unpleasant reiteration of something, like new vocabulary definitions. YES, I NOTICED, Lemony’s incessant repetition may be rubbing off on me. Not one moment of happiness or endearing character whatsoever except maybe Phil, who is always optimistic and never complains about his leg.

The orphans strong as ever, never letting go the fight, despite every adult being a jerk around them except maybe Phil, who is always cheerful and optimistic, even about the minor *scratch* on his leg. And totally HATED Shirley, a well behaved lady receptionist, unlike the despicable Count Olaf of the first book, or the terrifying Stephano of the second, or the mischievous Captain Sham of the third (This is going to be one long-ass list isn’t it?). No half endearing caretakers like Aunt Josephine either, Sir is nothing but UNLIKABLE. The orphans are quickly introduced to the hardships of child labor and if that weren’t bad enough, Shirley, a shiny eyed receptionist, swiftly appears on their optometrist, and calamity strikes, yet another time again.Īnother sequel with no endearing beginnings, this fourth book doesn’t even have a brief bleakness grace period, it’s depressive from the first to the last page, and if any respite is granted, it’s only because it has to end sometime. After leaving Lake Lachrymose and dear Aunt Josephine behind, the Baudelaire orphans travel to Paltryville, to a local factory called Lucky Smells Lumbermill, a dreadful place anything but lucky, although it does smells, which is to say, stinks here they meet their new caretaker Sir, an incorporeal living cloud of smoke that, to my surprise, doesn’t float.

The miserable mill book