>When audiobooks started getting popular about 20 years ago, I knew I was going to be a big fan of them. After all, I had loved being read to when I was younger. Also, they seemed like a really great alternative in the car to the crap radio stations in my town. Some of my favorite titles started showing up at the local library in audiobook form, and I was all over them.
Surprisingly, I didn’t become a fan. Somewhere along the way, I had stopped liking being read to. I didn’t like the mood music on some of the tapes. I didn’t like the way the narrator “acted out” the book. In some cases, my nerves were on edge, knowing that I could read to myself faster than they were reading aloud. Out of the stack of 5-6 tapes I checked out, only one entertained me: Thinner by Richard Bachman. I don’t remember who read it, but he did a great job. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to hook me on audiobooks, and I went back to reading the other way.
Thanks to Isabella’s recent post, I’m now ready to dip my bookwormy little ears into the audiobook pool again. She’s listening to Great Expectations, read by Hugh Laurie. By coincidence, I want to do Great Expectations this year and I want to do Hugh Laurie this year…or any year. Obviously, the second part of that want is not going to happen, much to my disappointment and Mr. Laurie’s relief (if he could know), but I’m perfectly willing to once again tamp down lust and substitute literature. Having Hugh Laurie read a whole novel to me (in his natural accent, I presume, since it is Dickens) is an agreeable compromise.
Although I just got back from Seoul 5 hours ago, this calls for a road trip. I’m thinking: bookstore.