America gets dragged back to her room and then kicks everyone out so she can flop on her bed and mope.  Which, given the fact that she can’t do anything else, at least makes sense. So this was the secret she had been too afraid to share.  She didn’t want to stay because she wasn’t…

America lays in bed, wondering who will get axed from the now-pointless competition today. If anything, I wished Celeste would go.  Maybe Maxon would send her home since he knew how much I disliked her, and he did say he wanted me to be comfortable here. And…yet you’re not going to actually bring this up…

The Halloween party finally arrives and proves that Maxon learned nothing from reading his ancestor’s diary.  Everything is lavish and decked out in gold and hideously expensive and seriously if there’s not an uprising because of this I will be even more disappointed than I already am. We get a rundown of everyone’s costumes.  The…

America is lined up somewhere before the party, anxious and bouncing around, and apparently this is wrong and she has to stand perfectly still.  Not sure why.  They’re not in public, but just waiting in the company of staff and guards.  And yet…she’s not allowed to move anywhere?  Why? Because angst, that’s why.  I mean,…

America and her maids are looking at costume designs and posing for a camera man, because apparently the book just now remembered that this is all supposed to be a publicized competition.  I really can’t get over how utterly shallow and unconcerned America is.  Last chapter they all talked about how the war they’re in…