Well, me. Some of us are just readers. We develop other ways of coping
with our frustrations.
But then again, you may remember my take on the Reacher books as utterly unrealistic. I read a chapter or two of one book and went on for about that many pages about how he couldn't possibly afford all those steaks on the pay he reported, etc. I can be quite literal.
Nevertheless, /Bangkok 8 /did make me suspend my disbelief. I would have put it aside after the first chapter as too ethereal and mystical and gone on to the next book on the pile, but I was reading on the elliptical trainer and didn't want to stop "running." Somehow Burdett makes sudden immersion into a very different culture's mind-set easy and interesting. In retrospect, the plot wasn't all that credible either, but I want to read Bangkok 9, or whatever the next book is named. Joy
Gerald So asked:
> Who hasn't, at one time or another, used their fiction to take out frustration?
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