I have to admit, I’m a bit of a latecomer when it comes to the whole audiobook thing. Until about a year-and-a-half ago, I hadn’t listened to a single one. In general, I find the world to be both too bright and too loud, so listening to a book instead of reading it never held much appeal.
I have no fond childhood memories about being read stories at bedtime or during classroom circle time, though both probably happened. Frankly, the only “read aloud” memory I do have is when we had to read aloud in first-grade and our teacher taped us on one of those clunky old-fashioned tape recorders and then played it back and made us listen to it. It was apparently supposed to make us better readers. I was already a good reader, so I doubt that it helped, but what I do know is that I was so traumatized by hearing my own voice that I barely talked in school for a year.
But I digress. Continue reading