This is one of those things in life that I simply don't understand. This is a section in one of the biggest bookshop/stationers in the UK.
I freely admit that I can't see the "entertainment" in reading about other peoples miserable lives, battered wives, orphaned children, terminal illnesses - not to mention dogs that find themselves many miles from home, but it is clearly a market that they feel the need to cater for in a big way.
Bizarre...