Before I could read, my parents used to read me bedtime stories. Even when I could read, they still did because my younger sister asked them to, and I listened happily. My grandmother used to tell us stories; the fairytales that she could remember. I always listened to stories with great fascination. Some were real as adults related to me how their childhoods were like. Others were fictional, either from books, or stories passed on from one person to the next.
Stories Come First
Stories are foremost why I love to read. That love for stories was instilled in me from young. When nobody could tell me stories, I would tune in to radio stations that broadcasted them for children. When my family was on road trips, my father would play cassette tapes with stories. In retrospect, I’m amazed he didn’t get tired of listening to Black Beauty or Grimm’s Fairytales over and over again.
The Beauty of Audiobooks
The beauty about audiobooks is that they aren’t only for children who can’t read. They’re also for people who can read. I evidently can read, yet I still enjoy listening to them. Sure, I could finish reading a book in less than half the time it takes to listen to the audiobook version but I listen anyway.
Audiobooks sometimes feel even more personal to me than printed words do. Audiobooks bring voices to life. These voices no longer remain in my head. Instead, these voices become part of my surroundings. There is comfort in hearing stories because it’s like someone is personally telling me these stories. Even though I can’t see the person narrating, I can hear and hear is exactly what I used to do years ago when my parents read to me.
What makes audiobooks so wonderful as well is that I can close my eyes and imagine the scenes of the stories much more vividly than I can when I keep my eyes open to read. That heightened imagination is why stories are meant to be told.
Now excuse me as I turn my attention back to Every Day by David Levithan.