Since beginning Pretty Little Liars in freshers’ week, my life has been marred by the sickly sweet and sour drama of the show.
The show itself is awful; the acting is mediocre to poor, the script is cringe at the best of times, and the plot is convoluted and unbelievable. Yet, for some reason I am on season 2, episode 22. The antagonist, A, has dragged me down into the depths of the mystery at the core of the program and is not letting me out until I have finished the full six seasons. The pot of gold I am looking for at the end of this horrifically awful rainbow is the identity of A.
Yes, the show has finished, and the identity of A is out there for the world to know, but I feel I need to earn the treasure. It would be all too easy to google it, it would mean the 1,936 minutes I have spent watching it so far have been entirely wasted.
It is my guilty pleasure, and I will stick to it until I have earned A.