Long lost friend

Written about the books ''a series of unfortunate events'' which were my favourite books as a child!

Sitting on the floor of my bedroom at a meagre 10 years old
I run my hands over the hardback cover...trying to envisage the stories it holds
A hard wooden casing protecting the pages from my sight
Suggests a harrowing novel full of misery and strife

I have never seen a book quite like the one i hold in my hands
The illustrations on the front cover are bold and profound
The colours pop and the title demands attention
I feel that this book is one of death and redemption

As i slowly flip the book onto its reverse
I see proof of the sad story i am about to traverse
There are words of warning and those of woe
But this only intrigues me as to where this will all go

I am now more eager than ever to turn to the first page
This book is so inviting..so perfect yet strange
As i manoeuvre the cover from right to left
Im presented with a space to write my name...in case of theft

I have never been an owner of such a wonder before
Claiming this book as my own feels wonderful
There is an intricate pattern that fills every inch of space
And before I've laid down my pen I'm in another place

Before i know it I'm deep in the story
Ive become the Baudelaire children...the protagonist stands before me!
I have been introduced to the author and his creations
All that I've read so far has exceeded my expectations

Im warm and I'm comfortable upon the hard wood floor
And as the fire crackles beside me I'm crying out for more
As i turn the final few pages not wanting it to end
It feels as though i have found a long lost friend