I think you're depriving yourself of opportunities.
For example,
Adrian McKinty has written a wonderful series about Sean Duffy, a Catholic officer in the Royal Ulster Constabulary during The Troubles in Northern Ireland. Many of his fellow officers in the RUC would happily see him dead because he's Catholic, while many of his fellow Catholics would happily see him dead because he's in the the RUC. The audiobooks are read by Gerard Doyle, whose wonderful Irish accent makes listening to the story a delight while also making it more immersive.
Virtually anything read by
the estimable John Lee is probably good. I've both read and listened to China Miéville's The City and the City, but
Lee's audiobook is outstanding. His vaguely European voice makes Miéville's vaguely Balkan future cities seem more present.
JK Rowlings' outstanding Cormoron Strike series is exceptionally well read by
the British Actor Robert Glenister.
Bernard Cornwell's entertaining Sharpe series -- about a British soldier who rises through the ranks at the turn of the 19th century -- is perfectly expressed in Frederick Davidson's very British accent.
Don Winslow's drug war Border Trilogy is exceptionally well read by Roy Porter. And back to John Lee, he's great in
Dewey Lambdin's Alan Lewrie series, about a young man who ascends to become a captain in the Royal Navy during the Napoleonic wars.
Stephen Shanahan is great in Jane Harper's murder mysteries set in the Australian outback. Et al.
I love books, and I'm sure all of these great stories would have been wonderful on the printed page. Maybe the page would be better. (I've both read and listened to Lonesome Dove, and it was better on the page.) And ambitious books like
David Mitchell's Cloud Atlas probably have to be on the page. But listening to the right reader read to you can be its own kind of experience for the vast bulk of good fiction that's out there.