Saturday, December 1, 2012

A Time to Love



Recently, two of my friends: one my best friend and the other a very good friend of mine from school; have fallen in love. Before we get more into that, let’s go a little into these two gentlemen.


My friend in school is what I would call every girls nightmare! In the morning or at night, he seems to be the stuff of their dreams. What I mean by this is that he always has a different girl in his bed at night and in the morning he kicks them out in some of the most remorseless ways I’ve ever seen. He once kicked a girl out by clapping his hands and telling her it was time for her to get lost. Anyway over our holiday he’s suddenly become a gooey eyed romantic. His face lights up when he talks about her and the smile he gets when he sees a message from her is actually a joy to behold. This is the very first girl he’s actually called his girlfriend, ever. And I’ve been there for many of his “girlfriends”.

"He once kicked a girl out by clapping his hands and telling her it was time for her to get lost."

My best friend goes to school abroad. When he left I didn’t think much of what that might mean for his relationship life. He was always one who hesitated to getting in to relationships; sure he had flings and stuff but never a relationship that endured. Between the two of us, I was the one who put myself out there; he was always a little more cautious. When he came back for his summer hols, he was gushing about his girlfriend, like I’m going to marry this girl level gushing. It was something I had never seen from him. They recently celebrated their one year anniversary. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy about someone’s relationship milestone.

What’s the point of telling you all this? Well seeing two of my close friends so in love has got me thinking about love again. Especially because I realized I’ve not had a proper relationship, or fallen in love since my parents separated. I’m not sure that if I’m just using my parents’ breakup as a crutch, but it can’t be a coincidence. I’ve always been the romantic, believer in the ease of falling in love. Now I’m not sure. I don’t know anymore, I’ve become skeptical and critical, not in the love of other people, but in my own feelings. I don’t crush anymore; just note the interesting qualities in someone that would normally attract me to them. I don’t know if I can love anymore and that scares me because I want to fall in love. Peace!!!

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Special Internet IDs?


Last week I read a headline in my Google Reader that had me more than a little worried: Special IDs planned for net user to curb attacks. It immediately had me worried about the potential privacy issues this could bring up. Who would handle these IDs? How would then be issued? What data would be collected and attached to them? How long would that data be stored? How will it be secured? What would it be used for and by whom? Also isn’t there already a way to ID devices on the internet, you know the IP address system?

Now I hadn’t read the article yet but already I had a bunch of questions about it? I clicked on the link and quickly browsed the article. I was in class so I quickly saved it for future reading and downloaded the key report mentioned in the article, the Kenya Security Report 2012 by Serianu, an IT services and business consulting firm.

So I’ve finally read the article and the report and can finally talk about them with a little bit of knowledge. I think, being a computer science student, I can talk about these things with a little bit of authority.

First I’ll start with the report. 32 pages long, and a very obvious way to market Serianu, it provides numbers and statistics on various threats on our country’s internet and computers. For instance it claims that about 80% of IP addresses in Kenya have poor reputation scores because of spam. I won’t argue about the numbers in the report since I can’t really dispute them. However, I have gone over the report myself and have a couple of things to say about it.

Firstly, well done to Serianu for actually taking time to come up with report, whatever their motives. I’m a firm believer in data driven legislation when it comes to computers and the internet, and this report, and others like it, can be used to inform the government on exactly how far the law can help in preventing crimes and where it would be over reach.

Secondly, at the end of every section they give recommendations on avoiding and preventing various threats. While all very valid I can sum most of them down to just one phrase, “DON’T BE STUPID!”. That phrase if applied in its entirety could probably prevent over 90% of system breaches, hacks and malicious software. Recommendations like use firewalls, patch your system, use secure passwords, update your antivirus regularly and limit the number of people who have access to databases and other files by using privileges all fall under this simple rule.

Finally I felt that the report only had one mistake of omission, under the sections talking about spamming and the one of malicious software it fails to mention that one of the main reasons botnets and viruses are so prevalent in Kenya is the fact that a very small percentage of the population uses genuine software. The reasons for this are for another post but every computer admin of any sort worth his salt knows that non-genuine software has the high potential to come with security holes. I use a genuine copy of Windows on my PC and every time I connect to the net it patches and updates itself from Microsoft’s servers, this is not possible with fake Windows. The report should’ve mentioned that the use of counterfeit software was one of the main reasons virus are so wide spread.

Now on to the article in the Business daily. After reading it I found that headline very misleading. The government isn’t issuing ID for net users but rather want to have a local Public Key Infrastructure (PKI). This would enable users of basically insecure public networks (like the internet) to securely and privately exchange data and money through the use of a public and a private Cryptographic key pair that is obtained and shared through a trusted authority. Read more about it here. The government wants to move the process locally to reduce costs to businesses working online. That headline should have been something like “Government makes moves to secure online transactions locally”

It would behoove journalists and editors to ensure their headline their articles not to cause sensation but inform.

Now to end things on a light note here are two pictures from one of my favourite web-comics xkcd on security that should put things in real perspective for you.

Finally, read my other post about the government’s plans to play big brother on the internet here. Peace!!

Friday, November 23, 2012

Pressure

I gave my editor a bunch of topics I wanted to write on; things that float around in my head that could be posts if I thought about them long enough. The whole idea was to have a constant pool of ideas to pull from and right about. Yeah… in retrospect it now seems like a bad idea because now he's given me a post topic that I'm just not sure how to express though it's my own.

 

If you've been a regular reader of my blog, and I hope most of you are, you know the situation in my family. My parents separated like 5 years back, and it was a little sudden for me. I came home from boarding school and I had a step mother! My dad is an extremely difficult person to deal with; he conned us into staying with him and really mistreated my mother (in my opinion of course) through the whole thing. We were not spared. Not that he beat us up or whatever but still mistreatment in other ways.

 

Anyway, through all that it's become horribly clear to me that I'm the first born. I have responsibilities, implied and stated. I have to find a way to take care of my sisters and brother who follow me. You see, I want a certain lifestyle for my siblings, especially the last born who hasn't really ever enjoyed the stability we did. She was born when we didn't quite have money, then we did but my parents then started fighting ending with my parents' separation.

 

So while I know that my sister and bro who follow me can, and probably will, be able to take care themselves, it's the last born I really want to provide the very best for. She's bright, brilliant even, and extremely talented. I don't want that talent to go to waste, and that requires the best schools money can get. And sometimes I look to the future and the pressure to do so gets to me.

 

If there's one thing I've always been sure of in my life, is that I'll be rich, really really rich. It's something that I've know, that's been a part of me for almost as long as I remember. There are a few people who know me who see this in my future and most people I meet and talk to mention my boundless ambition and drive. I've never doubted I'd make it, until now.

 

I'm in my junior year of college, the future is beckoning its imminent arrival and I wonder if I'll make it. I look at the challenges people have finding jobs or how poor those starting salaries are and I feel like that I may not make it. And if I don't make it I'll have let my baby sis down and she more than anyone deserves everything good this world has to offer.  I can't let her down.

 

Finally there are my own plans. Lofty ones, so lofty if you saw them you may laugh - perhaps one day I'll share them with you - but just one of them, from not so long ago, give you an idea of the loft, was to become the richest man in the world. It didn't, still doesn't, seem like the most difficult thing in the world. I keep thinking just how disappointed I'd be if I couldn't accomplish everything I set out to do.

 

Now I realize most of this is self-imposed pressure and I shouldn't let it get to me but sometimes it does. And when it does I feel like crumbling and then depression hits. My greatest competition has always been myself, the version of myself I see in my head that is. When I tell my mum my fears she always tell me that the future is still far and not to worry too much about it, that I should commit my plans to God. Well, we'll see, check in on my in 10 years and we'll see just how I'm doing. But for now I'll figure out how to deal with it. Peace!!!

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Watch Out for the Boys Little Sister.

The other day I was walking with my pals across campus and for some reason my sister came up in the conversation; one of my pals then asked for her number. Of course I told him NO. I know this guy, I know his character and I know how he treats girls. No way would I want my sis around someone like that. This, however, got me thinking: my sis just joined campus, I should really write her a note about the dudes not to date in campus. So in that respect, this is it:

My dearest kid sis,
You've just joined campus and I'm sure you're enjoying yourself as much as you can. I know for a fact that you can take care of yourself without my help, but I've been in campus for a little longer than you and I've been thinking of all the dudes you should avoid or at least not date.

First, avoid any dude who's a player or even has a reputation of being one. These are dudes like mewithout the conscience. Smooth talkers all. Truth doesn't wear a smooth tongue, lies do.Yes, it's wrong to judge people based on reputation, but campuses are small; whether there are 8 thousand students like on mine or 20 thousand like yours there's always something you'll hear about the boys you hang out with and they're probably based on truth. Every girl thinks she'll be the one to change the playing dude, fix him; don't be one of those fools. This is something he has to fix on his own. Stay away.

Second, avoid scruffy looking niggas. This one is simple, if he doesn't have the decency to take care of himself how do you expect him to take care of you? This here includes anyone whose clothes are always dirty or unironed, whose nails aren't clipped(especially those who keep their little finger nails long. Why do that? Picking the dirt out their ears?) and unkempt hair. Pay attention to the shoes, their state says volumes of a man.

Next, any dude who makes sexual innuendos at every opportunity. This is the type of dude who just wants to shag you. All he thinks about is sex. You don't want that.

Performers. Smooth motherfuckers these ones. Confident and charming. Unfortunately you're probably not the only one enamored by their work and they may take advantage of that fact. I espeacially don't trust guitar players: strumming and serenading bastards. I don't trust you'll be the only one he'll be giving private performances to.

Villagers. University attracts all kinds, including people who don't know how to handle forks and spoons or know what a urinal is. Avoid these. It's just embarrassing and you know that I'll diss you heavily for it.

Any dudes who thinks your place is to cook, clean and wash. You know you were raised in a home where none of that was ever just your job. I don't think you'd be happy with such a guy. He probably won't show you his true colours immediately, but there'll be hints. Watch for them and run for the hills when you spot them. It pains me to see girls on campus who allow their boyfriends to treat them like that. You're both students, you both have shit to do.

Any dude with a baby mama. First, it shows that he didn't care enough to protect himself and his partner or worse he lets passion rule him. Second, you know from personal experience the stress baby mamas can bring on a relationship. Run, run away.

Finally, sugar daddies. Sure it's cool that he has the money to throw at you, it makes you feel special and you are comfortable while in school. But most of these have families they go to each night. They also probably have other girls besides you. That means a very high possibility of disease. Stay away from them!!! But this is one category I'll remind you of something mother always tells us, "If you're going to having a sugar daddy, get one and milk him for everything he has. Be clever about it. If he gets you a car it had better be a BMW not a Vitz. Let him buy you a house in Karen not put you up in a ka-rental in Buruburu for 20k. If you’re going to sin, SIN BIG!”

Of course there are other dudes to avoid and I’m sure you’ll be able to figure them out by yourself. These are just the ones I can think of now and they’re the most common on campus. You probably didn’t need my advice but that’s what big bro’s are there for; giving you advice you don’t need. Whatever you do though, no matter which dude you choose, I’m your big bro and I am, and will always be, here for you.
Your loving brother,
 Cdooh


That’s a note I dropped on my sis. Are there any dudes you feel I left out? Got something to say? Sound off in the comments below. Peace!!!

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Of Stones and Tear Gas: My First Riot



This should have been out like a week ago. It may be a little late but I feel that our side of the story needs to be told because what was shown on TV was just a bunch of kids rioting and throwing stones (did any one see me? I was the one wearing the...). We looked like kids throwing a tantrum over something silly but it was anything but!

If you watched the news you'd think that we were striking about one of our students who stays off campus who almost died when he was attacked by thieves in his room but that was really the straw that broke the camel's back.

The strike/riot has been 2 years in the making - if you ask me that is. My school changed the system for allocating rooms from manual to online; you know, because we're at the bleeding edge of IT and shit, every course is with IT. Unfortunately the system was shit, it seemed untested and shoddily made. So there was a lot of confusion over rooms, I personally had to wait a whole week that time before I was allocated a room apparently because I paid in the wrong school account, the account that is on the school website and all over my entrance papers.

This first fuck-up was attributed to transition pains. The next time, we were promised, would be better. The system would go online a week before we opened. The lines from the last time, at the finance office, at the hostels office, at the system admins office, would be gone. Yeah right.

This year the fuck up was even more colossal. First of all the system came online two days before opening. Yup two. And since there was a rush for all the 2 bed rooms the website crashed a number of times. Did I mention that my password wasn't working?

Getting to school, the situation was even worse. There were long lines to "confirm" your booking. Due to over-enrollment of freshmen, no one, and I do mean no one, knew which rooms where free. You may have booked and confirmed but when you get to your room you find it occupied.

I wasn't worried. There were these houses that are usually kept for continuing students. There was no way freshmen would be there. Yeah, I was wrong… so so very wrong. 100 houses and freshmen were in from 1 to about 60. After that it's what I like to call phase 3 of IDP (what we call the complex). These houses are so they're in the next county.

Even after all this there wasn't even enough rooms on campus for all the students. This forced people to seek housing outside campus and landlords raised rent. While a room on campus for 2 goes for 2900 outside it can go for between 10,000 and 16,000.

And the security outside campus has been steadily declining. A girl was raped and then a student cut up in his house in two days. We had had enough. Enough of an administration that didn't care where its students slept (our VC is known to have said, "My business is education not accommodation!") and of our neighbours who were taking advantage of our vulnerability. We went on the rampage.

It was just past 3 when I suddenly woke up because of the noise coming out my window. Looking around my room, all 3 of my roomies were looking out of the window. I thought a hostel was on fire. I got out of bed out on some shorts and shoes and rushed outside to find out what was going on. There was no fire, instead what I found were the beginnings of what would later become a riot. I've never been so gleeful in my school life.

When I came to school there was a list of things I hoped to do while there. Curiously study and pass never made the list. Here it is:
1.       One night stand
2.       Sex in a kinda public area
3.       Get in a relationship
4.       Climb a tank, or some other banned place
5.       Make a bunch of fun friends
6.       Strike, throw stones at the police and block a road
The list seems short, so I'm now accepting suggestions to add to the list in the comments. In that list I was only left with number 6 and 4 left to do. Now it's just 4.

When I realized we were striking I went back in the room to get something to keep me warm and hide my face. I had left the room with only a vest and it's how I was for the rest of the day.

There's a lot I can tell you about that day but I'll keep it short and give you highlights. Anyway if you follow me on twitter you already know most of this. We walked/marched around campus for about an hour while various people tried to galvanize the crowd one way or the other. We blocked the road at around 5ish by burning anything we could find. 3 fridges made it in to those fires. Cops appeared just before 6 taking advantage of the dark to confuse us. They let us regroup inside campus(dumb move if you ask me) and we waited for daybreak. At daybreak, we were back at the gate, this time with stones. The police scattered when they saw another group of students coming from the other side of campus - our school is divided into two campuses just about 2 kilometers apart. The police later returned with reinforcements, and teargas. We had running battles with them all morning until the VC finally addressed us; I refused to attend this meeting because I believe he was full of shit.

Let me just pause here and say two things. First, I've been calling for some kind of forceful action to make our views known since the beginning of the semester because other channels weren't working. Second, teargas is a real bitch!!! When watching revolts on TV you always see scenes of people, mostly young ones, picking up the canisters and throwing them back at the police. Yeah, that shit is hard!!! It takes real force of character to even get near that shit, forget picking it up and throwing it back. It makes you tear so much you can't see, your nose suddenly starts running like you've got the worst flu in the world and the coughing, good Lord don't even get me started on that. You cough so much and so hard you feel like you may puke!!

I remember just before the police rushed in on us I had gone to throw something or the other at the cops. There was a kinda no man's land just at the school gate that neither cop or student was passing. I went in to this zone just after the cops had fire off a round of canisters at us. My noise and mouth was covered of course. Ever seen a javelin throwing event? Yeah I did that three step thing just before I threw my stone. I was 10 25 feet into no man's land. Suddenly I couldn't see and I was coughing like I never done before. I remember thinking 'Stop coughing or you'll vomit… and you don't want to be known as the only person who vomited' 10 mins later the cops breached no man's land and we were running.

Late that night there was talk of retaliation by the villager but nothing happened. The next day people went to class like nothing happened. I mean come on!!! Talk about lack of commitment to a cause. If I had known that people would've returned to class, I'd've tried to do something about it. I went to sleep assuming no one would be dumb enough to go to class. It undermines everything I lost my voice for the day before.

The admin may now look at us the way the mainstream media tried to portray us. As kids on the rampage for no good reason. I'm just hoping they're not that stupid but then again I also thought no one was stupid enough to return to class the very next day. We broke stuff, threw stones, blocked the road and tolerated teargas for a reason. I'm just hoping that the admin and, more so the students, don't forget it. Peace!!

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Not On My Watch: The Epic Cockblock

I think this is something that has happened to every guy at least once. Something that sometimes is necessary to prevent mistakes and idiocy, but most times it's done just out of pure selfishness; and the time I'm about to tell you of was one of those selfish times. Even just thinking about it brings up in me such a strong feeling of shame and embarrassment that I almost don't want to tell you about it.

It was sometime before I joined campus, and my boy Jake had called me up we get together for what we liked to call drink-ups. A drink-up is something in between a small get together and a house party. A few people, some food, most likely made when people get to the house, drinks and of course alcohol. Also, it was held during the day. We had had a few of these before and they were always fun so of course I was down.

We meet at one of the shopping centers near his house and bought 3 or 4 bottles of vodka and gin. The drink up would be: me, Jake, our other friend Mike and three other girls. It was looking to be a great afternoon.

We got to the house first and began to make lunch; rice and something, I can't remember what exactly. And then the ladies arrived: Mercy, Donna and Monica, Jake's ex-girlfriend. I remember asking Jake if it was a good idea to have invited her, considering he had a girlfriend and she wasn't exactly over him but he said it was cool and I rolled with it.

We ate downstairs, getting to know each other a little better and stuff. I had never met any of the girls except Monica, and her I didn't like too much. The last time we met, at Jake's birthday party, she was being cold and distant to everyone there. I don't like unfriendly people. On this day she was cool though.

We went upstairs for what we all really were there for: the drinking. We put on some music and sat around the table looking at each other; for some reason no one wanted to be the first one to take a shot. When we started, however (I took the first few shots), it was on like Donkey Kong!! Before I knew the first bottle was gone and we were half way through the second bottle. That's when thing's started to get a little crazy.

For some reason I can't remember, probably a random dare, Monica and Donna started making out. They started out kinda mellow and worked up to quite a feverous pace… they had fallen to the ground and were groping each other without restraint. Of course I did what any sane male human being would do; I took out my phone to record and cheered them on. Jake soon followed my example as did Mercy. Mike just kept shouting that we're dirty!!! At some point Mercy pulled Monica off Donna and began to make out with her. Her camera was still running and of course you can hear them both moan.

Sidenote: I still have the video somewhere, I may show it to you if you ask nicely.

I remember Jake making out with Monica after she had been pulled off Donna. I wondered at this point if I should stop the video in case it be used as evidence…but then I remembered that I'm never careless so I kept with it.

From this point on, I can only tell wanted happened in flashes because I think I may have been having some mini blackouts, or the alcohol distorted my memory. When the weird horny phase had passed, we each had a girl we were dancing with. We kept drinking. At some point I left the house to get my head back on straight because I was getting wasted a little too fast for my liking. I walked back into the house a couple of minutes later, probably more, to find somehow Jake had disappeared into his room with all three girls.

For some reason Mike found this extremely amusing and couldn't stop chuckling. I went and tried the door to the room. Locked! Mike and I then peered through the keyhole and for sure from the little glimpses we could see Jake was just about to have a 4some. The girl's looked topless, so did Jake. And they were all around him, fondling him, making out with him and each other.

Then came the part that I'm not very proud of... I knocked the door!!! Damn, even writing that by myself in my room leaves me with an embarrassed smile. There was no response from inside the room. I knocked a little more insistently; still nothing. I started shouting Jake's name; nothing. I banged on the door and shouted his name; I said there's no way he's going to have a foursome while Mike and I just sat outside the room looking at each other!!!

The door flew up, an understandably livid, half naked, Jake stood glaring at me and asked "What?"

A quick glance behind him showed the girls in various states of undress some more than others.

I calmly told him that it's not fair that he should hog all the girls. What did he expect me and Mike to do while he had his epic foursome; make out with each other?

He looked at me for half a second and BANG!! The door closed.

I shouted at Jake "I'm serious dude; I'm not just going to stand out here!!!"

I then went a poured myself something to drink and waited. What I said to him must have reached him because for sure a few minutes later he exited the room fully dressed. The girls came out a little later, obviously taking some time to get their clothes together. Jake looked at me as if to ask "Happy?" I just grinned.

Yes. I'm ashamed to say that I cock-blocked my boy from what may have been a once in a lifetime opportunity to have a not a three but foursome!! I think that must be the most epic cock-block of all time!! Until this day Jake and Mike both have never let me forget it!! Thinking about it just leaves me embarrassed and shameful. In my very, very weak defense I was drunk but even I don't believe that was the only reason.

Now this story doesn't end here. Jake got cock-blocked again that day but thankful not by me this time. I almost got to lay of the girls there but didn't. Really when I say almost I mean looking-for-a-condom almost. But this post is already too long. Peace!!!

Friday, August 24, 2012

Oh South Sudan

So I was watching news yesterday and heard that South Sudan had written to the African Union over the Itemi Triangle or something of the sort; apparently they think that it's part of their country now. I laughed when I heard that! Really? This baby of a country that we (Kenya) practically made and paid for thinks it can now turn around and lay claim to a piece of our country? Fuck that!! Talk about biting the hand that feeds you!!

Before they decide to push this matter further I'd like to remind South Sudan of one thing, KENYA IS A SUPER POWER!!!! Yeah you read that correctly; A SUPER POWER. Now let me tell you why I think so. You just have to compare us to the USA:
1.       We invade countries. Ask Somalia.
2.       We impose our will on other countries. Hallo Sudan
3.       We fund governments. What's good South Sudan?
4.       Other countries copy us. Check the South Sudan flag.
5.       We have terrorists threatening us all other the place.

South Sudan better check themselves. I heard that they may be doing this over oil… hehe!! They may just give me yet another reason to call my great country a super power, we invade countries over their resources.
Looks like ours

Now I have to apologise for not posting in forever, I've been down because my phone got jacked when I just got to town. My editor should have apologized for that, I wonder what he's been up to (EDITOR: I have been busy with school; unlike you, I am not on holiday). I'll try posting more often from now on.

Friday, June 15, 2012

A Series of Unfortunate Events #1: The Bad Beginning - A Review



“A Series of Unfortunate Events” is a series of books for children chronicling the lives of the Baudelaire children after their parents are killed in a fire that burnt down their home. The first book in the series, which I’ll be reviewing here, is called the Bad Beginning and it isn’t very long.

The author begins the book by warning us that this is a very sad story about 3 extremely unlucky children and that from the very first page they keep finding themselves in misfortune. He goes on to say that if you don’t like unhappy tales you should put the book down at once and find something more pleasant to read. I liked that a lot because it does get you overly excited to see exactly what he means.

The children: Violet, Klaus and Sunny, are each brilliant in their own ways. Violet, the oldest, is 14 years old and has the gift of inventing and mechanics. Klaus is 12 years old, the only boy, and is an avid reader who remembers a lot off what he read. Sunny’s age isn’t quite revealed in this book but I’d guess she’s just over 1 year old because she’s described as have 4 teeth and a fondness of biting things.

After the children’s parents die, their will is discovered in which their parents, perhaps, in what my own father once told me (a story for another post), what was an attempt to maintain consistency and normalcy in their lives, had decreed that the child would stay with their closet living relative.

Unfortunately for the children, this turns out to be an uncle of theirs called Count Olaf who, from the very second they move into this house, makes it very clear he only wants the children for the fortune their parents left them. However, he can’t touch that money because it has been left on trust until the oldest child Violet turns, 21.
Count Olaf lives in a dilapidated mansion that is dirty, dusty and grimy. He immediately sets the children to cleaning it up and other such nonsense. In one particularly memorable incident, he leaves a note announcing that he’s about to have 10 people coming over from his theatre group for dinner and he wants the children to make dinner; never mind the kids don’t know how to cook or have never bought groceries. They however manage to get around their predicament and make some pasta. Count Olaf on the other hand was expecting beef and shouts at the children for not preparing it, despite have left no such instructions.

Count Olaf, whom we’ve already said is only interested in the children’s money, hatches a scheme in which he will marry Violet and become custodian of her fortune. I won’t tell you how it works, you’ll have to read the book to find out how he plans to pull it off and how the children discover his scheme and how he’s thwarted.
My first encounter with this series of books is actually through the movie based on the books. What I liked about the movie is exactly are same reasons I loved the books. First of all it’s about children, children who are gifted and gutsy and I’ve always loved reading about such children. Second there’s the fact that adults never seem to listen to them though what they’re saying is quite true and would have helped avoid a lot of trouble. Finally, there’s how the children figure their way out of each situation; it shows an initiative few children would have.

For a children’s book, I felt it was quite brilliantly written. Difficult words were explained right within the story meaning that if kids are reading it, their vocabulary improves. It also teaches the importance of reading, critical thinking and taking initiative. While I feel it would be a difficult book for adults to read and take too seriously, I think the way the Baudelaire got out of the marriage plot at the very end was extremely brilliant, whether you’re a kid or adult. In fact, being an adult would be an added benefit because you actually understand just how brilliant it was. It’s a series I’ll definitely be getting for my kids when I finally get them and I think you should too. Peace!!!