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I have a problem. It’s an addiction to audio books.
It all started with this man, Jim Dale:
He read this:
I listened to it and the other six Potter audio books on road trips from Texas to Florida. I listened to them constantly during my 5 months of miserable nausea during my pregnancy. Jim Dale was the only cure. I read that infants in utero can recognize their mother’s voice and their father’s voice. I knew that the most familiar voice to my baby would probably be Jim Dale’s, instead. And I was ok with that.
The addiction was reborn when he narrated this show:
I was so addicted that I had to listen to this in the midst of the oppressive Texas August:
I thought I could get a hold of myself and end the addiction with this audiobook narrated by somebody else:
But last week I caved and it was back to Jim reading this:
And when I ran out of Peter Pan, I just started right back at the beginning with Harry Potter
I am powerless before his golden voice. Does he read anything else? Help me.
And you should probably see this:
and this for good measure:
Hopefully there will be more observing of the liturgical year happening soon, definitely once I’m not working full-time anymore starting in January. I’ve been compiling some great resources on the Christian Year which I hope to post soon. I hoped that a few pictures of the little boy would appease my readership until that day. And when I say “my readership,” I am referring to my one reader, my mother. They are one and the same. Let’s be honest.