Do you remember when you were a teenager, and you liked someone, the lengths which you went to in order to let them know?
Today, I own two pieces of Starbucks’ merchandise. Well, kind of. And I hate myself for it. Well…kind of.
I hate being a slave. One might think: don’t be a jerk. You weren’t in chains in the 1800s. That was real slavery. Ok, I hate arguing. Go away. But let’s take a look at the average person.
This is the person you need to direct all of your important life questions to that determine whether you are being a psychopath or a skank.
For those of you who raced through the Netflix series but have yet to check out the real story in print: Here are some plot details from the show, see if you can guess whether they happened in the book or were fabricated for your viewing pleasure.