An Open Letter to Pretty Little Liars

PLLBy Amanda Festa

Dear Pretty Little Liars,

Your third season finale has me a little confused. I apologize, I don’t do hallucinogenic drugs, so I couldn’t really follow this last season. Toby’s bad. Toby’s dead. Toby’s alive. Toby’s good. Toby’s good, pretending to be bad. The only thing I did buy was Spencer’s recent catatonic depression – now that is what someone being pursued by a psycho killer with no where to turn looks like. Not wearing a blazer and studying for a chem test. This isn’t Constance Prep.  You’re not meeting Blair on the Met steps for yogurt; someone is trying to murder you.  I think it’s okay to let yourself go just a little. Continue reading