Christ on a bike!
I popped into a bookshop looking for a light holiday read.
Stroll over to the Bestseller section to find it chockablock w/tales of horrific childhoods - 'Ugly', 'I Survived', 'Sickened', etc.
All w/gold lettering announcing, 'A No. 1 Bestseller' 'An International Bestseller Translated into 158 Languages'
Who buys these things?
I understand they're very cathartic for the writer, maybe help them on their path, to make peace, move on, etc., but fuck me! Life is already sad enough, don't you think?
I'm actually feeling nostalgic for chick lit!