My Dad, The Listener

For as long as I can remember, I have always known my father as a listener. If I ever wanted to find him, all that I had to do was use my ears. Whether it was BBC radio, cricket commentary, classic reggae or his Louis Armstrong collection, the spaces my father occupied were always thick …

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The Things They Carried

The Things They Carried is the only book on my list that I have listened to exclusively. This was purely coincidental. My father had bought the audiobook months ago, and for some reason, I was struck with a pang of laziness upon seeing the cover. I just didn’t feel like seeing the words for this …

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