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Audiobooks

My books that also exist as audiobooks

At two in the morning, Henrik Vold's phone rings with a boy who watches the ships load out by the cranes because the lights help. Henrik is fifty-four, a municipal lift repairman, a man who trusts machines because they complain in ways he understands. The call is a mistake...

At two in the morning, Henrik Vold's phone rings with a boy who watches the ships load out by the cranes because the lights help. Henrik is fifty-four, a municipal lift repairman, a man who trusts machines because they complain in ways he understands. The call is a mistake...

For thirty years, Henning has stood behind the bar of The Goat, a smoky bodega in the corner of Copenhagen the city is leaving behind. He has the beer poured before a man reaches his stool. He knows what each of them drinks, and he never asks where any of...

For thirty years, Henning has stood behind the bar of The Goat, a smoky bodega in the corner of Copenhagen the city is leaving behind. He has the beer poured before a man reaches his stool. He knows what each of them drinks, and he never asks where any of...

A grieving Danish historian arrives in a small Swedish town to catalogue an archive. What she finds instead is a voice.
Margrete Bilde, sixty-one, has come north after her husband’s death, carrying her professional distance like armour. In the uncatalogued boxes of a parish library, she discovers 18 sheets...

A grieving Danish historian arrives in a small Swedish town to catalogue an archive. What she finds instead is a voice.
Margrete Bilde, sixty-one, has come north after her husband’s death, carrying her professional distance like armour. In the uncatalogued boxes of a parish library, she discovers 18 sheets...

Hanne Lindhardt has not left her apartment in three years. From the third floor of a building on Strandgade, she watches the Copenhagen harbor and translates Russian poetry, the work she has done for half a century. Her groceries come by delivery. Her oldest friend comes on Thursdays. The world outside...

Hanne Lindhardt has not left her apartment in three years. From the third floor of a building on Strandgade, she watches the Copenhagen harbor and translates Russian poetry, the work she has done for half a century. Her groceries come by delivery. Her oldest friend comes on Thursdays. The world outside...

At sixty-four, Ruth Taylor has begun, perhaps without noticing, to become good at being in a day without anyone knowing she was there.
One morning, she holds her hand up to the light and can see through it.
Invisible is the unsentimental story of a woman fading from the world...

At sixty-four, Ruth Taylor has begun, perhaps without noticing, to become good at being in a day without anyone knowing she was there.
One morning, she holds her hand up to the light and can see through it.
Invisible is the unsentimental story of a woman fading from the world...

Something is being handed over, and almost no one has noticed.
It is 2026 in Berkeley, and the machines have quietly taken over the work of thinking. A colleague's best idea came from a chatbot and she cannot tell the difference. A young woman at the next table is in love...

Something is being handed over, and almost no one has noticed.
It is 2026 in Berkeley, and the machines have quietly taken over the work of thinking. A colleague's best idea came from a chatbot and she cannot tell the difference. A young woman at the next table is in love...

You chose someone good. Kind. Generous. Everyone says so.
So why do you feel so alone? Why does gratitude sit in your chest like guilt? Why can't you explain what's wrong when nothing is obviously wrong?
This book names what many people sense but cannot articulate: how selflessness, when driven...

You chose someone good. Kind. Generous. Everyone says so.
So why do you feel so alone? Why does gratitude sit in your chest like guilt? Why can't you explain what's wrong when nothing is obviously wrong?
This book names what many people sense but cannot articulate: how selflessness, when driven...

You love someone. You know you do. But when they ask what you're feeling, the words won't come. Or you're the one asking, searching their face for something you can't find, wondering if the silence means you're not enough.
Alexithymia affects how millions of people experience and express emotion...

You love someone. You know you do. But when they ask what you're feeling, the words won't come. Or you're the one asking, searching their face for something you can't find, wondering if the silence means you're not enough.
Alexithymia affects how millions of people experience and express emotion...

You were never lazy. You were exhausted.
For years, you carried a story about yourself: scattered, unreliable, trying hard but somehow never quite getting it right. You built your life around what felt like a character flaw, apologizing in advance, setting low expectations, always reaching toward a version of yourself...

You were never lazy. You were exhausted.
For years, you carried a story about yourself: scattered, unreliable, trying hard but somehow never quite getting it right. You built your life around what felt like a character flaw, apologizing in advance, setting low expectations, always reaching toward a version of yourself...

Henrik is fifty-nine. Every morning he turns the key twice, pushes the swollen door with his shoulder, and reaches for the brass lamp above the counter. The green glass shade throws its circle of light across the wood. The space heater ticks on. The dachshund finds his cushion. The parrot...

Henrik is fifty-nine. Every morning he turns the key twice, pushes the swollen door with his shoulder, and reaches for the brass lamp above the counter. The green glass shade throws its circle of light across the wood. The space heater ticks on. The dachshund finds his cushion. The parrot...

When Marianne, a retired doctor of sixty, returns to her dead mother’s house in a small town on the Danish Limfjord, she expects to sort through a life and leave. Instead she finds a box of letters in the attic, decades of correspondence from the women of the town, each...

When Marianne, a retired doctor of sixty, returns to her dead mother’s house in a small town on the Danish Limfjord, she expects to sort through a life and leave. Instead she finds a box of letters in the attic, decades of correspondence from the women of the town, each...

For thirty-one years, Lone Krogh has stood at the head of a jet bridge in Copenhagen and read the faces going by, watching, as she puts it, for the trouble that has not yet declared itself. Three weeks before the airline retires her, the fortieth passenger to the evening flight...

For thirty-one years, Lone Krogh has stood at the head of a jet bridge in Copenhagen and read the faces going by, watching, as she puts it, for the trouble that has not yet declared itself. Three weeks before the airline retires her, the fortieth passenger to the evening flight...

NEW AND UPDATED SECOND EDITION – FEBRUARY 2026
You wake up already behind. Before your feet hit the floor, the list has started. You should exercise. You should eat better. You should be further along by now. You should call your mother. You should want what everyone else seems to want.

NEW AND UPDATED SECOND EDITION – FEBRUARY 2026
You wake up already behind. Before your feet hit the floor, the list has started. You should exercise. You should eat better. You should be further along by now. You should call your mother. You should want what everyone else seems to want.

Amie is a speech pathologist who teaches children to name their feelings. She has never been able to name her own. Mike is a photographer who sees people more clearly through a lens than he does across a kitchen table. He has spent twelve years in therapy learning not to...

Amie is a speech pathologist who teaches children to name their feelings. She has never been able to name her own. Mike is a photographer who sees people more clearly through a lens than he does across a kitchen table. He has spent twelve years in therapy learning not to...

Eli Kaplan is seventy-two years old, living alone in a duplex in St. Paul, and he has just published a novel that knows something it shouldn't.
Told in reverse, from the quiet discipline of old age back through the collapse of a marriage, a breakdown that left doctors with no explanation...

Eli Kaplan is seventy-two years old, living alone in a duplex in St. Paul, and he has just published a novel that knows something it shouldn't.
Told in reverse, from the quiet discipline of old age back through the collapse of a marriage, a breakdown that left doctors with no explanation...

You post something honest and rewrite it three times. You check the metrics before breakfast. You catch yourself narrating your own life as if someone is watching. And the unsettling part isn't that someone is. It's that no one needs to be. You've internalized the audience.
The Digital Persona examines...

You post something honest and rewrite it three times. You check the metrics before breakfast. You catch yourself narrating your own life as if someone is watching. And the unsettling part isn't that someone is. It's that no one needs to be. You've internalized the audience.
The Digital Persona examines...

Something strange happens when the work gets easier. Instead of relief, there's a low hum of wrongness. A suspicion that if it didn't cost you something, it doesn't count.
After Effort names what most people feel but can't articulate: that ease feels like cheating, that rest feels stolen, and that...

Something strange happens when the work gets easier. Instead of relief, there's a low hum of wrongness. A suspicion that if it didn't cost you something, it doesn't count.
After Effort names what most people feel but can't articulate: that ease feels like cheating, that rest feels stolen, and that...

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