Monday, January 12, 2009

Just Wait 'Til You Hear Him Do Voices

I was feeling like an a-hole—and legitimately so—for not yet having read Dreams from My Father, but now I'm quite proud of myself for holding out. A of all, the story is even more dynamic now that Barry's officially our main man than it was even six months ago—to think that he was talking about change the same way in f-ing 1995 (if you recall, that year's hit singles included Coolio's "Gangsta's Paradise," Oasis's "Wonderwall," and Deep Blue Something's "Breakfast at Tiffany's") is, in a word, BANANAS. B of all, I'm not so much reading as I am listening. Almost a full year ago for sure, my friend P told me about Audible, which is basically the Netflix of books-on-tape—well, excuse me, since I've identified that it's NOT the mid-nineties anymore: audio books.

I mean, seven hours of Barack Obama talking for a mere $7 (introductory rates...gotta love 'em until they F you)??? Amazing, especially on Monday mornings when you don't want to relinquish the down comforter that is shielding you from the world, let alone walk to work in peep-toe shoes (dumb). It's hard to be lazy with all that YES, WE CAN-ness triumph plugged into your ears.

And, I'm pretty sure that I'm going to become an Audible addict. One of the best parts is that, unlike my Netflix queue that eats away at my SOUL, the audio book selection is somewhat limited. Yes, there's lots of stuff, but you can't get, like, every single book at a bookstore. And that's a good thing.

Next up: Sarah Vowell's The Partly Cloudy Patriot as narrated by Stephen Colbert, Conan O'Brien, David Cross, etc. and Richard Price's Lush Life in the voice of Bobby Cannavale.

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