I spend about 84 minutes a day in my car commuting to and from work. To help alleviate the stress of driving on the giant highway that is New Jersey, I do two different things to keep me from going loco.
First, I stay off the Parkway, instead driving on a local road that wends its way along the coastline offering views of the Atlantic Ocean. Second, I’m listen to books on cd. I’m an audio book fiend, and I’m proud.
Audio books bring stories to another dimension for me. Listening to literature harkens back to my childhood, when my dad would tuck me in at night and read me either a Sweet Pickles book or Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs.
If I’m listening to a particularly engaging book, I sometimes sit parked in my driveway for 15 minutes, listening to the end of the chapter. My husband used to either call my cell phone or peek out the front door to see what I was doing, but he’s since learned.
It’s rare for me to listen to anything other than an audio book when I’m in the car. Long rides home to my parents’ house cease to bother me as long as I’ve got a book to listen to.
Am I alone in my adoration of audio books? Aren’t they the greatest thing since sliced bread?