I’ve been listening to a lot of books over the last few years. My commute to work is about 45 minutes each way, and then there are the days that I drive into the city, like I did today, to drop off or pick up one of our daughters. That ride is about 2 hours each way (There is always traffic!).
The ride home tonight included some serious standstill traffic on the BQE, and then a massive slowdown on the Hutch. It was late afternoon, and we had even lost an hour with the time change. Did I care? No. Was I stressed? Not at all. It was just another great opportunity to listen to the next few chapters in my book. I embrace the longer rides because I can really “read” a longer chunk of the text. I can really get lost in story (Don’t worry. I’m still paying close attention to the road. Somehow I am completely able to pay attention to both the book and the road!). Then, when I finally got home, I was so engaged in the story that I carried my phone inside, the narrator still narrating, and kept on listening as I settled in to make dinner and get ready for the week ahead.
I know that listening to a story doesn’t include the feel of the paper, the smell of ink, and the comfort of cuddling up on the couch or in bed wtih a friend, but it saved my day today!