Oh, Audible, you wonderful invention. I started listening to Trollope's lengthy (28-hour) book about a week after the election, when I was going crazy for something to listen to while I knitted. All the podcasts I subscribe to were ensconsed in Trump news and I couldn't bear them. Enter Tim West, the narrator with the soothing, syrupy voice. He swept me off to 19th-century (or "18-blank") Barchester, England, and into the lives of wonderfully drawn, complex characters. No one is starving, no one is murdered, abused, or even beat up--except for one brilliantly executed slap in the face. Trollope is such a wise and loving author--even while he pokes fun at the most ridiculous characters (including a mysteriously lame "signora" who needs to be carted around on a sofa). The humor runs the gamut from sly to outright slapstick. And the bow, while neatly tied at the end, is satisfyingly somewhat bedraggled. If you love Dickens or Austen--or even if you don't but love novels that touch on the political and social mores of their day--I can't recommend Barchester Towers highly enough.