Category Archives: hunting and gathering
>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.
>Sing it Garth; sing it Billy Joel —
We’ll all sing!
I’m on lead:
“I’m shameless! When it comes to loving you!
I’ll go down upon my knees,
I’ll do anything at all… “
Of course, I’m talking about my shamelessness when it comes to wanting more and more books. I went to bookcrossing.com and talked of my endless longing since I’ve moved to Korea and books written in English are in short supply in my area. (Everytime I pass a Korean bookstore, I think to myself: “Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink.”)
So far, eight people have responded to my post by offering to send m-bags! (Packages of books). Gee, what’s my new favorite letter of the alphabet? m! A bookcrosser from Arizona wrote today and said that an m-bag of 37 books are on the way as of Friday, January 29!
That’s many more than I expected. I must’ve sounded pathetic!
Homer Simpson voice in my head: “Books……mmmmmmmm!”
Of course, these books are for both Shanghai and me. I’m not a [snort] pig. I don’t intend to keep them all, although I *love* the thought of my tiny little apartment being overrun with stacks of books everywhere!
Greedy inclinations aside, the thought of so many strangers being so good to me (but are fellow booklovers really strangers?) makes me want to be good as well — to pay the generosity back (or forward).
For example, when I get my collection decently built up again, I want to participate in “Operation Paperback” for the U.S. soldiers. I don’t like the war, but I’ve got no gripe with the soldiers themselves. They’re just doing their duty. My heart goes out to them, (especially the bookwormy ones). Many of them are right around Manfred, Jr.’s age, and that strikes a chord deep within me.