Quirking an eyebrow, Nick wondered if she sounded like that whenever she would say something along the lines of her brothers calling the shots on something. “That was nice of him,” she answered, keeping her curiosity to herself for the time being. “Isn’t most poetry sad? Oh, I think I’ve read that one.” At least the title sounded familiar, though she would never be able to quote it or anything.
Did he really not know what a Dystopian society was? There was a time there that it seemed all young adult books had been set in that kind of society. But maybe those books weren’t on his approved reading list. “Yeah, like the society in the Hunger Games or the Divergent series.” Okay, so Nick maybe had a thing for reading those kind of books. It was a bit of guilty pleasure and at least it wasn’t Twilight.