So this weekend L and I drove to Virginia and we listed to V.K. Powell's "About Face" on Audible. Oddly enough, I enjoyed this as an audible a bit more than I did when I read it. Ok, fine when I read it with my eyes, I didn't post a review and I said "it was fine." As an audible I liked it but also came to the following conclusion:
"CAB, you're banned from reading or listening to romance novels for the foreseeable future... maybe forever."
Why you may ask? I'm jaded, I'm jaded and cynical and I liked the plot but got all hung up on the language. Lately, I always get hung up in the language. Who talks to the woman they love like characters do in a romance novel? "My Love, I need you right now, shove your hands down my pants." Fine I made that last bit up, but all the "My Love" this and "My Love" that is just too much for me.
I did discover that I can read a sex scene and not be embarrassed or horrified. LISTENING to someone else NARRATE a sex scene. Um, no. I was blushing while driving and finally just started hitting the 30 second forward button. L actually asked what I was doing. I think I said "I can't drive and listen to this." So add prude to my list. I really had no idea how awkward that could be but it took on an entirely different dimension and I felt like I was listening to a bad porno. BTW this is all me, the narrator did a fine job, but if I ever meet the narrator I want to ask how on earth she manages not to giggle with the dialogue and/or the descriptions of what is going on. That or maybe the publisher should put together a blooper reel. I'd listen to that.