Okay, I know I’m late to We Were Liars, since it finally dropped on Prime Video last week, but I feel like I need to talk about it.

I’ll admit—I didn’t read the book (even though it’s sitting on my never-ending TBR shelf), but I did kind of know the plot twist. And even kind of knowing it? It still hit so hard. I’m talking soaked-shirt-level tears. I felt like I got hit by an emotional truck, honestly. But let’s unpack.

The show? Just gorgeous. Visually stunning. Apart from the Sinclairs I can’t stand, Beechwood gave everything. It’s the kind of place that makes you want to run away, find yourself a Gat, and fall in love while romanticizing your trauma. It’s dreamy in that “everything looks perfect but absolutely isn’t” way. The aesthetic makes you forget how heavy the story really is, but it runs deep.

The Liars were hands down my favorite part of the show. Cady and Gat especially—I mean, their chemistry?? Their moments??? I knew the twist was coming, and I was still wrecked. The bond between the four of them felt real and nostalgic in a way that makes the ending hurt that much more. Watching Cady slowly piece things together was so heartbreaking, and the way the show dropped clues (The grandpa giving Gat Wuthering Heights, Cady and the liars in the water) was so well done.

Emily Alyn Lind was perfect as Cady. I literally couldn’t imagine anyone else in that role. Actually, the whole cast was spot-on. Gat, Mirren, Johnny—they each gave performances that completely gutted me. Knowing what was coming made every scene heavier. They’ll never get another summer. No future. Nothing to change their story. And Gat and Cadence?? Don’t even get me started. The fact that in the show, Gat was the getaway driver and came back for Cady—just to die trying to save her? Absolutely not. I will never recover. They never even got to be together without all the Sinclair noise. I am so forever bitter.

Also, I think we all silently agreed Cady was in a coma and the Liars are still alive in our hearts, right? Please?

Even though I knew the twist, seeing it play out still hurt like hell. The soundtrack especially in the last two episodes??? Devastating. The entire soundtrack was lowkey elite, but those last songs completely ruined me. I just sat there staring at the screen like, I’m sorry, what??

Mirren and Ebon’s story broke me in a quieter way. That scene where she says she just wanted someone to see her—and he did—I haven’t stopped thinking about it. I wanted more of them so badly. I didn’t expect to connect with all the characters as much as I did, but here we are. Fully destroyed. Johnny was one of my favorites by far. He was a mess, sure, but so layered and written with so much heart.

And don’t even get me started on the grandpa. Hated him to my core. He broke every single Sinclair one by one and convinced them they were already broken. He wanted perfection and control and ended up destroying his whole family in the process. But you couldn’t break my Liars—not even if you tried.

I have more to say (I always do), but I need to collect myself after full-on ugly crying at the end. They are Liars. And then… they were Liars.

It’s rare for a book-to-screen adaptation to hit this hard, especially when I didn’t even finish the book, but this show now lives rent-free in my heart. If they do Family of Liars next, I’ll be emotionally unwell all over again—and I will absolutely be watching.

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