I guess my last rant on the topics of personal preferences in book reading didn’t go far enough. Because if I hear one more person try and correct someone talking about reading an audiobook, I’m going to scream.
For the record: Yes, you can read an audiobook. Stating otherwise shows, at best, your ignorance. And at worst, proves you to be a discriminatory and insensitive buffoon. So stop it.
When a friend of mine says he’s just flown from LA to NYC, I don’t correct him. I don’t point out that he’s merely sat on a couch for five hours, and it was the pilot that did the flying.
When a person in a wheelchair runs a marathon, I don’t insist that he rather wheeled the 26.2 miles.
Movies need not be watched in a theater. The difference between barbecuing and grilling aren’t worth debating. And I’ve had more than one beer that was absent of any malted grains.
So for the love of all that is holy, stop insisting that there exists a categorical difference between consuming information with your eyes rather than your ears. We live in a world where technology outpaces dogma. I honestly don’t care if you find sublime pleasure in one form over another. I’ve enjoyed audiobooks when the print version didn’t do it for me. Other times I’ve abandoned audiobooks before the first episode finished, only to find myself so absorbed in the printed version that I consume it in a day.
And I’ve read every single one of those, regardless of how the information got into my skull.