As often happens with the best things in life, it started with The Great Gatsby and Jake Gyllenhaal. Jake’s soothing voice narrated my first ever audiobook this summer, and since then I became obsessed with having people read me things instead of having to read them myself. It’s weird, I know.
But in comes Audible to save the day. I get a credit per month to buy audiobooks and listen to people read to me. I’ve discovered that the voice is all that matters, and they’re waaaay better when the author does the reading. Two I’ve really liked (besides Jake, of course) were Tina Fey’s Bossypants and Meg Jay’s The Defining Decade.
At the moment, I’m deep into Patti Smith’s Just Kids. It really is a fascinating story, and you learn as much about Patti and Robert as you do about New York City. Her descriptions are so raw and real that I often wonder if I could expose such personal things or even allow myself to remember them.
The other day I was telling my friend about it and told her how it’s sometimes difficult to understand Patti’s accent, because she says Mondy instead of Monday, and drawlings instead of drawings and I didn’t know if that was a word or if she actually meant drawings but was just saying it in a funny way.