I’ve been reading Paul Auster’s «4 3 2 1» for a while now. Sometimes I read it out loud to Elâ, sometimes, when she’s not around, to myself.
Today I decided to record myself while reading. I’m not the best reader of American English, I admit, but I really enjoy reading out loud.
So, if you forgive me for misspronouncing all those witty words of Auster’s I’ll still share this with you and hope you enjoy the two passages as much as I did.
Have a good one