I love to read, but sometimes I can't. Like when I'm driving. That's when I turn to recorded books. Yes, books on tape - well, on CD these days.
And I'm not the only one. When Mom and I go places, we try to bring a book or two to listen to. Some of my family members think that's crazy, but it's not. We've listened to some good stuff on our various trips. For example, when we went to North Carolina, we listened to "Seabiscuit," and neither one of us remember driving through Kentucky. We've listened to Lee Child and C.S. Lewis and Jasper Fforde, so you can see we're not stuck on one genre.
It's interesting to listen to a book while you're driving. You can't flip back and reread something you might have missed. You can't flip ahead and see who's going to survive (no matter how much you want to). You can't go any faster than the readers. In some cases, a leisurely pace isn't bad. C.S. Lewis, for example, can be taken slower. But in other cases, I found myself wishing for a copy of the book so I can rush ahead and find out what happens. And when the CD skips? Disaster!
You have to be careful, though. You can't pay so much attention to the story that you lose track of where you are and start drifting all over the road. Not that that's happened, of course, but it's a word to the wise.
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