Audiobooks saved my reading habit. Fight me.

Barely read anything in my 20s. Too distracted. Thought I just wasn't a "reader" anymore.

Two years ago I tried audiobooks on my commute. 30-something books later, I'm back.

Last year: Project Hail Mary, The Road, Dark Matter (tore through that in two days), Thursday Murder Club, Lonesome Dove, World War Z, Kitchen Confidential, a bunch of others. Currently on Blood Meridian for the heavy stuff, A Man Called Ove when I need something lighter.

Maybe 5 of those were physical. The rest were audiobooks. And every time I mention this, someone points out I didn't "really" read them.

I absorbed every word. Got wrecked by the same plot twists. Thought about the same ideas for days. But because my eyes weren't involved, it doesn't count?

We don't tell people who watch movies with subtitles they "didn't really watch it." But audiobooks are cheating?

I'll die on this hill. If the goal is to experience stories and let books change how you see the world, audiobooks do that.

What's in your ears right now?