“13 Reasons Why” was going to be an emo-teen tale that I could mindlessly watch while trying to be a responsible adult by ironing my work clothes. I had never read the book but had heard the premise ― the now seemingly mandatory inclusion of nostalgia through the use of cassette tapes ― and I was cynically unimpressed. Four hours later, and no clothes ironed, I managed to turn Netflix off. Two days later I had finished the series. I’m pretty sure I cancelled some light plans in order to do...READ FULL ARTICLE »
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