One of these days, when I grow up, I will stop blowing up with enthusiasm over some new thing, only to be disappointed later.
That is the way I felt about audiobooks, which only recently I was wildly enthused over. How many words have to bounce off your eardrums before you just say "Oh will you just shut up!"
All those words. The narrator might be really talented. But stop burying me under all those words, please!
I have always had this problem with the world of books, and it doesn't matter if they are delivered to the customer through the eyes or the ears.
In fact it is tempting to use 'obscene' to describe excess verbiage. Have you noticed that people who read too many books tend to talk in long paragraphs of stilted, oxygen-deprived English, instead of the way a sensible person talks: in short lively punchy clauses?
It was probably no accident that I had those thoughts about excessive verbiage as trekker after trekker walked by my camper. They are doing the Arizona Trail. Most are north-bound of course.
I admire them on some level, and talk to them sometimes, but mostly I just roll my eyes. All those steps. What for? Is it just to raise their self-esteem?
What is it about human beings that makes them want to take a good thing towards more, more, more? Is it supposed to make things more interesting? Or does it earn them some sort of mini-celebrity status? Enough is never enough.