I give this audiobook “2 Chopsticks”.
Take one chopstick and puncture your right eardrum.
Take the other chopstick and puncture your left eardrum.
Then thank me because you can’t hear this audio book.
I usually will listen to just about any kind of crappy book on my hideous commute. It keeps me from screaming at the old people who insist on pulling out in front of me (even though there is no one behind me for miles), peering over the steering wheel (clutched in a death grip) driving 30 mph under the speed limit with their left turn signal on while straddling the lane divider line. Yeah, it’s a blast.
This book was hideous – at least the part I listened to. Which was about 3 CD’s longer than I should have listened. No one – I repeat NO ONE – talks like the stilted dialogue written in this book – much less the childhood conversations that made up the excruciating part I endured.
I could not return this one to the library fast enough. And they’re lucky I cleaned the vomit off the case.