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464 pages, Hardcover
First published September 19, 2017
A girl plays choose your own adventure at a mysterious mansion her aunt told her to visit, causing some really weird shit to go down. And there are girls kissing.
Jane suddenly feels like a character in a novel by Edith Wharton or the Brontës. I'm a young woman of reduced circumstances, with no family and no prospects, invited by a wealthy family to their glamorous estate. Could this be my heroic journey?
“Do you ever feel,” she says to Jane, “like you’re trapped in the wrong version of your life?”
Jane suddenly feels like a character in a novel by Edith Wharton or the Brontes. I’m a young woman of reduced circumstances, with no family and no prospects, invited by a wealthy family to their glamorous estate. Could this be my heroic journey.
”I’ll drink to that,” she said, then threw back her drink, leaned over the bar, reached into a container of paper umbrellas, and selected one, blue and black to match Jane’s shirt and her tattoo tentacles. Opening it carefully, she twisted it between her fingers, then presented it to Jane.
“Protection,” Kiran announced.
“From what?” Jane asked, examining the umbrella’s delicate working interior.
“From Bullshit,” said Kiran.
“Wow,” Jane said. “All this time, I could’ve been stopping bullshit with a cocktail umbrella?”
“It might only work for really small bullshit.”
“Hmph!” says Ravi. “You’re lucky I need to keep you around, in case I ever need a kidney.”
“Like I’d ever give you my kidney.”
“You would totally give me your kidney.”
“There’s totally a universe somewhere where I’ve refused to give you my kidney,” says Kiran.
Ravi is smiling. “Let’s go get that Kiran’s kidney, just to spite her. We could keep it on ice until one of us needs it.”
“That’s a disturbing idea,” Kiran says. “But practical.”
“Charlotte kept saying that the house is made of orphaned pieces,” says Kiran.
“Orphaned pieces?” I’m an orphaned piece, aren’t I?
“Yeah. Charlotte said the only thing unifying all the parts is pain. That the house is in constant agony. Charlotte wanted to find another way to unify the house, to bind its pieces. So the house can rest.”