Have you noticed? You start one audiobook and before you know it, the story is over. And then you’re swallowed by silence and incapable of handling the random noises of your day. Story just sort of takes over your life.
You compile favorite authors, favorite narrators (Rebecca Lowman, ftw). You scoff at some narrators to your favorite books (because no one can read Ella Enchanted the way I can) and some books, which are intolerable to actually read are somehow palatable in audiobook format (Dragons Realm became a comedy…I couldn’t stop laughing).
Poetry becomes sinful. Actually sinful (thank you Richard Armitage). And non-fiction books suddenly become interesting. My first non-fiction book binge happened because I was listening to audiobooks, not merely reading them (I’m not sure how long Abigail Adams would have taken me if I hadn’t listened to it).
Narrators give books life. They give your lazing a purpose. Because if I’m playing Candy Crush, I can also be listening to a book. MULTI-TASKING FTW! I can laze my day away and know that I got something done. Even if it was just listening to a book for eight hours.
And maybe it’s not healthy. Drugs aren’t healthy either. But I do feel like I’m using my brain. I’m expanding my mind (Hello, The Search for Vulcan). I’m testing my book boundaries and enjoying something on my day off. I’ll take it.