It really worries me that when I go to the book aisle in Asda, or Tesco, there is so manyautobiographical / biographical books that have been written by somebody who has been abused or been through something traumatic. They're not necessarily authors, & I appreciate that they have been through something awful and the writing process may be cathartic for them; what worries me is who reads all of these books? Who gets pleasure from reading about somebody else's horrible experiences? The same goes for all the magazines - Pick Me Up, Chat, That's Life. My mother-in-law looooves these, but I just can't understand how somebody can be happy to read through all of these real life accounts of pain and pure nastiness? Just wondering if anybody else had thought the same as me? disclaimer: I really do feel bad for these people. I'm not having a go at them, it's the readers, not the writers, that I have a problem with.