(one bloody Netflix at a time), and it's at an especially suspenseful scene, and my 13 y/o sister turns to me, eyes wide. "What happens?"
"How should I know?" I hiss, without moving my gaze from the screen.
"What?" she cries. "You haven't read the book?"
"No! Be quiet."
"You haven't read it?" she repeats, her expression filled with incredulous reproach. "Why didn't you read the book? I can't believe you didn't read the book!"
"Shut up!" I say. "Just watch and you'll find out what happens, like kids do in normal non-literate families."