My new best friend for my commute is my Kindle, and I’ve been reading Neil Gaiman’s Fragile Things on the train and listening to him read his own The Graveyard Book on the drive from the train station. I’m loving The Graveyard Book, and have had a friend tell me that I can also exercise to audiobooks. I know that works for Neil Gaiman, but, for me, well, he’s a soft-spoken British man reading his book about a child raised in a graveyard. I need something with a beat to run to.
It amuses me when he links to a blog post on Twitter with the comment, “Warning: Contains me,” hence the subject of this post.
