Terrorism and kidnapping

The other night while I was cooking dinner Ellen (who I’m sharing a flat with while we are in Dunedin both studying for the exam, and who I worked with at logan last year) looked up from her study and said something to the effect of “You know what, I’m really starting to like Last’s” (which is our (rather wordy) anatomy text book).

I found this rather amusing because I found myself wondering if this was some perverse form of Stockholm Syndrome, the situation where captives come to empathise with and form emotional attachments with their captors.