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I miss the complexity of the book and am tired of the predictability of people. Reading each page of a book takes you to a different realm, and often surprises you with its observations. I agree books are written by people, but why do people remain predictable in life and unpredictable in fiction? 

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  1. I disagree. Books can be both predictable and not predictable depending on what you are reading. Ditto, people.

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  2. can't say anything about this as it was your personal opinion. i had a different opinion on this issue....

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  3. their attitude is predictable but not their thinking which result in fiction book.

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  4. The books which tell unknown, unexpected, unpredictable, complex - not the well known, beaten to death - stories that become popular... and its easy to live with books!

    Complex & unpredictable people are not easy to live with & love forever - they should be left alone to imagine, discover & communicate exciting things to the rest of the world !!

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  5. Even the complex people are beaten by the world around to behave predictably or else they wouldn't survive - its a few brave who defy and live on to make a difference

    ... else, a few more learn to pretend to be predictable in real-life as it relates to other people around, and live a fantastic life with themselves ...

    ...not for nothing complex beings turn out creative genius, if they don't become schizophrenic !!

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