I love audiobooks. I mean, I really like ’em. My audible library tells me I’ve read close to sixty of them in the past year or two, which actually kind of terrifies me. Where did the time go? That’s hour after hour of spoken word. Dang. And the thing is, I’ve finished almost every single one of those books. I mean, I’m still working through the 62+ hour compendium of Sherlock Holmes stories, but I’ve almost finished everything.
Except for one book in particular, one book that pissed me off so much I had to put it down after only a few hours because I could barely contain myself… Ready Player One.