Chapter Three, or Brother Chris is well on his way to a fulfilling career as a freaky BDSM dom

This chapter is kind of short, and sort of boring and dumb. The kids wake up in their room in the old, unused wing of the house where the servants only clean once a month or something. Their new grandma comes in with their food for the day, and their list of rules. The kids read the rules, the twins whine a lot, and Chris is a total dick. I’m pretty sure that I’m supposed to like him, and maybe I did when I was 13, but when he calls his sister “sit-down females” and when he’s appointed the new father, he starts talking about how all the sit-down females need to wait on him hand and foot and be his slaves. I’m not really supposed to like this kid, am I? Or maybe I’m just reading too into this book, which bring new meaning to the idea of the beach read or throwaway book.

Because there’s not much else, I want to mention something about the copy of the book that I’m using. I got it out of my public library (shout out), and it is… not exactly well-loved, or necessarily well-read. But it has certainly been handled a lot. It’s been in circulation for almost twelve and a half years now (at least), and a bunch of pages are torn straight across. In the past twelve+ years, someone read (I assume) this book and underlined random words. I can’t for the life of me figure out why, though. It reminds me of the movie Heathers, when Christian Slater underlines passages in Heather’s copy of Moby Dick, to make her look really troubled and suicidal. Only this just makes whoever it is look dumb.