Take Me with You

About This Audiobook

Steven Rowley’s *Take Me with You* is a ghost story for people who don’t believe in ghosts—or at least, don’t *think* they do. Jesse Arrow, a quietly devastating college professor, doesn’t bat an eye when his late grandmother starts appearing in his kitchen, draped in a floral apron and demanding he finish her famous meatloaf recipe. What begins as a surreal comedy of terrors—think *The Sixth Sense* meets *Schitt’s Creek*—slowly spirals into something far messier: a meditation on love that refuses to let go, even when the person who gave it is gone. Rowley’s prose is razor-sharp, balancing wit against heartbreak with the precision of a surgeon, and his exploration of queer family, found and otherwise, is so tender it aches. This isn’t a book about moving on; it’s about learning to carry the people who shaped you, even when they’re haunting your hallway at 3 AM, complaining about your life choices. If you’ve ever lost someone and felt their absence like a pulled muscle, this audiobook will either wreck you or stitch you back together—possibly both. Michael Urie’s narration is the secret weapon here, turning Jesse’s internal monologues into a vocal performance so intimate it feels like eavesdropping. Urie nails the rhythm of Rowley’s humor—dry as a martini, then abruptly drowned in emotional turbulence—without ever tipping into parody. His portrayal of Jesse’s grandmother, a force of nature even in spectral form, is particularly electric, crackling with the same cantankerous charm that made her unforgettable in life. The audiobook’s pacing mirrors the story’s structure: playful one moment, devastating the next, with Urie as the steady hand guiding listeners through the whiplash. It’s a risky tightrope act, and he never misses a step.