Audiobooks and me: we were not an obvious fit. We did not meet cute. We got together warily and over time, like a Jane Austen couple.
My first experience with an audiobook was in the mid-1980s, when someone gave me a cassette tape of the actress Claire Bloom reading A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf. Listening to that tape was like sitting under a waterfall of gorgeous language, with Bloom’s voice giving the words just enough edge to remind you that beautiful things can be dangerous.