On school nights, Nell reliably went to bed between ten-thirty and eleven, 
but Friday was her night to immerse herself in the Primer the way she had as a 
small child, six or seven years ago, when all of this had started. Right now, 
Nell was stuck in a part of the story that must have been frustrating for her, 
namely, trying to puzzle out the social rituals of a rather bizarre cult of 
faeries that had thrown her into an underground labyrinth. She'd figure it out 
eventually—she always did—but not tonight.