I seem to go through phases. I used to completely immerse myself in WWII books as a teenager(it haunted my dreams). I then moved on to horror, eventually on to people’s biographies, then read “The Red Ripper” and quite a few Stephen King and lots of Jeffery Deaver. Then, it was lots of books re bad relationships eg Sleeping with the Enemy, Gone Girl! I reached a point where I realised it was pretty unhealthy for me, so moved onto some fun novels, with a few lighthearted romances thrown in. I used to be a poet, have written 2 books. Love books! Prefer to create, art, train layouts... designing/sewing lately. I used to worry what would be thought of me for reading such dark books, but when I brought it up with others, discovered they’d read these books as well, so, from a psychology point of view, it was fascinating getting into the heads of those who are so far removed from my reality. Still, it does reach a point, when you need to question “Is this doing me more harm than good?”