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| 12:55pm 29/09/2008 |
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My scummy apartment and my ugly mug. |
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| 07:12pm 29/09/2008 |
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mood:  squicked
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So I just finished listening to the audiobook of Stephen Fry's The Hippopotamus, read by the author. And experienced one of the horrors of audiobooks.
You see, the extraordinary Mr. Fry has, amongst his other wonderful qualities, a rich and delightful voice that seems to caress each word. And there is a scene in The Hippopotamus that is, to be succinct, extremely squicky. It does have bearing on the plot, but if actually reading the book I would certainly skim it. Being on the bus contentedly listening to my radio player and being suddenly confronted with something so... Well, I'm not going to say what it was, because it is a good book and I enjoyed it and would recommend it, but it's a pretty nasty scene to stumble upon unawares, and even moreso with Stephen Fry intoning it lovingly into your ear while you are on public transport.
I'll say what it is in comments if asked, so don't read them if you don't want spoilers. |
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