They can be educational.
They can be entertaining.
The best ones are both.
They make running errands something to actually look forward to.
They make driving in D.C.-area traffic so much less of a nuisance.
At a point when “free time” is something of a misnomer, they’re keeping me immersed in books. And saving my books read list from ruin.
They take me back to elementary school — to the pure, simple, endless days when I looked forward to nothing more than having someone read to me. My parents, grandparents, a teacher . . . I could listen to stories all day. I did listen to stories all day — even after I could read them myself.
They push me out of my reading comfort zone. I grab audiobooks that sound interesting simply because I’m interested in them, and I’ve often gravitated toward non-fiction. The stories I’ve enjoyed are not ones I would have been likely to choose in print.
They’re . . . fun. They make me happy. They breathe life into “boring” days. They matter.