I was a hardcore audiobook junkie as a kid. I would go to the library every Saturday with my dad and haul an armful of cassette tapes (later CDs) home with me. I have wonderful memories of lazy summer afternoons in Maine listening to Laura Linney narrate the story of “an attractive girl of eighteen…driving home along a country road in her new, dark-blue convertible,” for the hundredth time. In fact, many of the books I remember as childhood favorites I only ever read by listening to them. The Westing Game, Inkheart, Dealing with Dragons, and later on when I was a teenager Eragon, were all experienced solely through sound. Even my first introduction to Shakespeare was through a children’s radio drama that did an episode based on The Merchant of Venice.
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