He brought me the first one last week -- "The Glass Castle." I was intrigued to see if I would enjoy hearing a book as much as I enjoy reading one, not to mention finding out if driving and listening would work for me. I drive a minimum of one hour each way to and from work, so that's at least two hours per day, assuming there isn't terrible traffic. I popped the first CD into the player and tuned in.
What can I say? I'm hooked! I haven't listened to live radio (and their often annoying DJ's and commercials) in over a week, and I haven't missed it a bit. The drive breezed right by as I focused on the story, which in itself is incredibly emotional and heart wrenching, and I found myself wishing I wasn't almost home because I'd have to turn it off. What I love most is truly focusing on the story, and allowing myself to escape my own racing thoughts and worries for that hour. When I do get distracted, I skip back through the CD to where I was last listening, and re-focus. I don't want to miss a thing, and I'm sorry to say there are only two discs left.
It's okay, though -- my