I’ve fallen behind on my audiobook reporting! When last I posted on the topic, I was listening to The Graveyard Book, written and read by Neil Gaiman.
The story is quite good; intriguing, with those odd bits that make it Gaimanesque. There were a few parts that made me say, “Huh?” But most of his books are like that. There are ghosts, there are otehr worlds, and there is an endearing little boy who’s been raised in a graveyard.
The narration made up for any misgivings I may have had. That man can read. With the accent, the dramatic pauses, the dead-on inflection…mmm. I’d listen to Neil Gaiman read the dictionary.
Somewhat concurrently with, and then after I’d finished, The Graveyard Book, I moved on to Suite Francaise, written by Irene Nemirovsky. I picked this one out because my favorite reader, Barbara Rosenblat (from The Elegance of the Hedgehog!) does the latter half.
I’m stuck about half a CD from the end. I have this feeling something terrible is about to happen, and I can’t bear to hear it at the moment. I’m probably wrong, and I’ll get back to listening to it soon. At least…I hope I’m wrong!
In the meantime, I’ve started listening to Sara Gruen’s Water for Elephants at the gym. I’m only a chapter or so in, but I’ve definitely found another outstanding reader: John Randolph Jones, who is doing an exquisite job reeling me in as the elder Jacob. This one’ll take awhile for me to get through at just half an hour twice a week or so, but I’ll get there!