It is extremely unfortunate

I cannot seem to get into audiobooks. I’ve started listening to a few, and they’re… all right, I guess—and it has nothing to do with the subject matter.

I think I’m just too in love with and wed to seeing the written words themselves on a page in my hands. It’s as if my fingers draw a secret life from holding a book alone, something that makes the world the author has created all the more real. With audiobooks, it’s harder for me to concentrate and get lost within the stories, regardless of if I would not be able to put it down or not were I reading it in book form.

It’s such a shame; I have not yet found a way to read conventionally and knit at the same time. Audiobooks would make that time enjoyable—if only I could get into them. I’m almost legitimately angry about this.

Is it bad that I’m reading about the classification of quartz and the differences between the nuanced types, and now that’s all I want to read about all day?