The Unauthorized Autobiography of Lemony Snicket by Lemony Snicket with a forward by Daniel Handler

I loved the Lemony Snicket books from Mr. Poe's first cough. But then, in my bedroom, I have a portrait of Mr. Baudelaire - the author of Fleurs du Mal - done by his good friend Manet, who also frequently sketched the Baudelaire children. I'm constantly amazed how many people don't understand that a lot of what the books contain is analogy - a word meaning referring to something the reader should be familiar with which isn't described in the book but puts the situation in context if you, dear reader, are familiar with it - but I really shouldn't be surprised. Most people don't read anything except what they were assigned in school. The Unauthorized Autobiography makes it clear that one of the purposes is to introduce children to other authors and to the enjoyment of reading in general. I loved the picture of the sailors and it made me curious about the authors that I didn't know.
But that is part of the purpose of the Lemony Snicket books as I understand them, to make children ask questions and to search for knowledge. Not everything can be found in Google (although I do plan to Google a few of the things that I'm not familiar with but I'm sure they mean something. )
By the way, the flap of the dust cover is a Very Funny Directive. But it is necessary. For example, I was at the NOT Lemony Snicket book signing and had at least 2 - meaning more than one- adult take me to task for bringing an "Unauthorized" Autobiography to an "Authorized" event. (Although how an event can be "Authorized" if the "Author" does not appear is still questionable.) But back to the subject... I stood my ground, I looked those people straight in the chest (I would have had to look up to look them in the eye, unless it was tattooed on their ankles like Olaf's) and I asked - "Who writes an AUTObiography?" One adult huffed at me and stalked off dragging her daughter behind - I wonder if they were the ones who spilled the Gatorade on me (and more importantly was the Gatorade somehow related to the Gator that paralyzed Mr. Snicket preventing him from making the event). The other adult started to laugh and asked if they had any of the books for sale at the event.
I know that I should not recommend such a dreadful book to the nice people reading my blog, especially young people but I will acknowledge that it has helped to make sense of Lemony Snicket's world.