You know how you have an author that you really like, and even though someone gave you their book for Christmas, you go ahead and spend an audiobook credit on it again because it's read by the author and you want to hear it in their own voice, and because the audiobook business model means those credits steadily rack up and you can't quite spend them fast enough with your average listening habits anyway... And then you learn something horrifying about this hero of yours, this brilliant writer, who somehow has gotten this far in life pronouncing words like "jewel-er-y" and "draw-rings," and you can't help but feel disappointed at the tarnishing of a once great idol?
Or maybe that's just me.
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