Eat, Read, and Be Mommy

When my friend Britt picked Wilkie Collins’ The Moonstone for our book club in September, I knew that it was a mystery, that it was Victorian (or thereabouts)–and that’s pretty much it.  (I had NO IDEA how long it was.)  She discovered it on audio–not through Libby–and listened to it herself; because technology is not so much my friend (but she is!), she searched around until she figured out how to put RBDigital on my phone, whereupon I made the most of the opportunity and listened to it as well.  (As if you couldn’t tell that I’d been listening to Victorian literature from THAT sentence.)  And wow.

Seriously, folks.  It was funny!  Funny as in, say, Jane Austen, only with mysterious lurking Indians (of the Eastern variety) instead of snobby sisters.  Funnier, really.  I’m desperately glad that I listened to it, both because I wouldn’t have got around to the hard copy any time soon AND because the narrators were incredible.  The mystery of the diamond got a bit far-fetched in a few spots, but it was the late 1800s–I wasn’t worried about it.  Mostly, I just smiled and chuckled and shook my head in amazement at how much I was enjoying myself in the listening.  Do yourself a favor–find the audiobook and experience it for yourself!