They are all what I call drip books. Countless numbers of them published for women who read them incessantly. It’s a good business. They are consumed like a starchy snack, without much engagement or thought. I recall once that my wife got halfway through one before losing it at the beach. She never even bothered to look very hard to find it but simply went to the nearest Walgreens and bought a couple more different drip books to replace it.
Likewise, there are many, many drip films produced, and most do moderately well. There is little in a drip film for the male: there are no explosions, no car chases, no aliens, no monsters, no gunplay or sword fights, nor anyting of the sort. It’s all mostly about relationships.
I've wondered about that. My wife reads popular fiction constantly. For the life of me, I can't get into it. I've tried.
One I really did like was Where the Crawdads Sing. That was good. The movie was good too--rare for contemporary movies.
My Father read constantly, but he read mostly classics. I'm the same way.
As for movies-- Most movies made in recent years are utter mindless trash. Filthy language. Pornographic sex scenes, themes. I'm no prude, and I have been everywhere, seen everything, and done just about everything, and I can cuss with the worst of 'em, but mindless trash is a turn off. Also I have no intention of watching pornography with my family--children--grandchildren.
Also, where movies are concerned--I hate explosions, car chases, gunplay, and sword fights. Mindless stuff like that is as boring as trash movies and chick flix.