You and Klaus were twins. All you ever talked about was Shakespeare. He didnt understand the obsession with him, he thought Shakespeare was boring.

You were reading in the Library, The Tragedy of Macbeth, of course. Klaus was ranting about you liking Shakespeare too much to your parents and siblings.

"And then it's blah blah blah blah Shakespeare. Soon as I walk in it’s Shakespeare! When we're in the library and she says, 'Well he's such a genius, and his writing is divine. A rose by any other name is such a clever line' And she's all Ooh! And I'm all stop and she's like Yay! and I'm all ugh. And I'm really getting sick of it. And oh, oh, oh, man I hate Shakespeare!"

Klaus said, ranting to your parents and siblings. And you walked into the dining room, face buried in a book you’ve read more times than you can count. You sat down at the table, propping your book up against a pitcher as you ate and read.