Dear Reader, Like a label on a candy bar noting the ridiculous portion size, this title too serves as a warning that consumption of this book may include symptoms of: nausea, insomnia and uncontrollable crying. Also like the aforementioned candy bar label, this message will likely be ignored. And thus, if you digest too much candy, or indeed too much of this book (which is one page) you will most likely be left with a hollowing sickness in your gut. However the two are not exactly alike, as if this book were to be made into candy it would take the form of a revolting, foul-smelling, commercially unsuccessful, slimy thing, so sticky and rancid you'll be trying to scrub the feeling of it off for days. The remnants of a run-away girl, forget-me-nots and generational trauma however, may just stick for life. So heed the warning, read the label and listen to the title. Discontinue this sorry tale for I am afraid that if you don't finish reading this book soon, this book may very well finish you. With all due respect, Beatrice Baudelaire