A Series of Unfortunate Events

A Series of Unfortunate Events; 13 books, each containing 13 chapters. 1 villain, 3 children. I have just finished the last book in the Series of Unfortunate Events a while ago. The last book, THE END, surprisingly had a fourteenth chapter. But still, after all thirteen volumes; The Bad Beginning, The Reptile Room, The Wide Window, The Miserable Mill, The Austere Academy, The Ersatz Elevator, The Vile Village, The Carnivorous Carnival, The Hostile Hospital, The Slippery Slope, The Penultimate Peril and The End, many of the questions I had were left unanswered; did the Baudelaires survive their trip on the small boat? Did Violet ever find Quiggley? Did Klaus ever find Fiona? Did Sunny ever find someone she loved? Is there a happy ending after all? Where did Captain Widdershins go? What was the big question mark? How did V.F.D. start? Why did the schism happen? So many questions, yet so little answers. The series, I think, are incomplete, there should be more volumes, more about what happened after Count Olaf's death. But all that was said after so long was that the three children and Kit Snicket's daughter got ready to go on a boat. The last word in the thirteenth book was, Beatrice, answering so many questions but creating even more. Beatrice, Lemony Snicket's lover, was actually the Baudelairs' mother all along. So Beatrice must have married the Baudelaires' father instead of Lemony. And soon after the Baudelaire parents perished in a fire the children are left with Count Olaf, who tries to steal their fortune. For what? Money. Count Olaf died chasing the Baudelaires and their inheritance. Why would someone let themselves be in risk of dying for money? Money can buy you things that make you happy, that's true. But after all those sins you have done while trying to get money, what have you become? A monster. Someone who has no interest in anything but crime and injustice. Just for money. There are so many things that are more important than money; family, love, friends, happiness. Money cannot give you happiness. It can buy something to make you happy but it can not alone bring you joy. Why wouldn't money be banned? Go back to the old trading again. I give you this, you give me that. And why can't electricity be gone? No need to pay bills, no need to worry about who has an iPad or iPod. Just live like our grandparents or ancestors did. Not a perfect life, but a happy one, where everyone has their own talents to make something and they can trade their produce for something that they are not so skilled at making. Where no one is busy fighting for money. I really like the idea of living in the past. Way before electricity and technology was created. Back to using old school typewriters and pressing buttons. Reading books for entertainment with the only means of communicating to those far away being letters. Hand written, delivered to your door. No instant messaging but instead the excitement of your pen pal writing back to you and you, thinking hard, not knowing what to write back. I really wish that I could go back to that time because although I enjoy T.V. very, very much, I could definitely live with only books and no movies. That would be my absolute ideal life. *sigh* wish I could go back in time. Wait, woops! Got off topic. Well, A Series of Unfortunate Events is very tragic and stuff, so... try to avoid reading it even after you've read the blurb that uses very effective reverse psychology! :)