Back in my day, if somebody told you they “listened” to a book, we assumed they either couldn’t read or had a kindly aunt named Louise sittin on the porch readin Louis L’Amour out loud while shelling butter beans.Now folks strut around braggin about how they “finished” fourteen books this month while never once crackin open a cover. Apparently all you gotta do nowadays is let...
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