In an Earbudding Grove
I love audiobooks, but I have always been constitutionally incapable of listening to my own work being read aloud. (I read it aloud when I’m working on it, but the sound of my own voice played back is (of course) like chalk on a nailboard.) However, even I managed to enjoy this reading of “The Finest, Fullest Flowering” by Stefan Rudnicki. I’d go so far as to say he nailed it.