The girls and I are in the middle of another audio book. We love audio books. At least I do. I think the girls enjoy them too, but I don’t give them much of a choice in the matter. When we’re in the car, we listen to books – and not just any books. Often I choose things I suspect they wouldn’t be drawn to on their own.
Currently, we’re on an Elizabeth George Speare kick. Have you read anything by her? She wrote historical children’s fiction, mainly, and most of it set in New England. We listened to Sign of the Beaver first – a fictional story of a twelve-year-old boy left to fend for himself in the wilds of Maine. Now, we’re listening to The Witch of Blackbird Pond, which I read as a sophomore in high school. I thought it was good then, but then I re-read it as an adult and decided it was wonderful. The story centers on a teenaged girl named Kit who leaves her home in Barbados to live with her Puritan relatives in 17th-century Connecticut. It’s an award-winning book and very, very good.
Anyway. This is our dilemma. Normally, we are content to listen to our audio books only during car rides. We usually manage about fifteen to thirty minutes of listening a day, and, up until now, that has been fine.
But The Witch of Blackbird Pond is good. Really good. And we’re having a hard time waiting for the times when we are in the car to listen to it. Two days ago, when we’d finished with our car ride, Pepper raced into the house, found a copy of the book in the bookcase and picked up where the audio book had left off. She kept reading until she’d finished the book later that evening.
Ginger held out until this afternoon, when she, too, broke down and grabbed the book.
Meanwhile, I’ve been trying to think of somewhere else we can drive so I can continue the story without “cheating”. Not that it’s really cheating, but it seems wrong somehow. (Maybe that’s my “inner Puritan” speaking).
And, anyway, the actress who is reading the book is doing an excellent job. She’s brought each of the characters to life, and I think I would be missing something if I just plunged into the book and read the rest of it silently to myself.
So – I think I’ll wait. But it isn’t going to be easy. Especially with the main character cold, and wet, and on the river bank, and….
I won’t say anything more – just in case you decide to read (or listen to) the book, yourself.
However – if I can think of any errands tomorrow, any errands whatsoever, you can bet we’re going to do them. And I might just drive nice and slow – just to get in a little extra listening.
From the dining room table, wondering if, despite all my blustering, I, too, am going to succumb,