Could it be a form of cognitive empathy? You're not just feeling for the character; you're thinking with them. That dual engagement—emotional and intellectual—creates a richer, more immersive experience. Your brain is working overtime to understand the dilemma, and your heart is tied to the outcome, so the whole system is invested.
lol just saw this thread and my first thought was 'because we're all depressed overthinkers.' But for real, they speak to the part of us that lies awake at 3 a.m. Isn't that the most emotionally raw time anyway? The books just tap directly into that vein.
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