(Before I start my official post, I have to tell this story. The other day the hubs and I were in the kitchen, sharing a little kiss, like you do. The Faery and the Princess came in the room, because that’s what they do. Faery wanted to play, but Princess turned to her and said, “I think they’re having sex right now, Faery.” Ah, children. What fun.)
So Camille’s comment on my last post reminded me of a particular oddity of mine–I can only listen to books on tape if it’s a book I’ve read before. Otherwise my mind wanders. I have a hard time focusing on things people tell me. I guess it’s that whole aural/visual learner thing. I’m definitely visual.
My Mom is really into books on tape, and I decided to try one some years ago for a small road trip. I made the mistake of choosing a mystery. Looked great. To this day I know nothing about it. All I remember was something about a mistaken identity and a missing baby. Or something. The thing ended before I even realized it; I’d just tuned out a huge chunk of it.
It’s a little easier if it’s the hubs doing the reading; we’ve read a few books together (and one day we’ll finished “Kidnapped”, honestly.) But even then I prefer books I’m familiar with. That way if I miss something it’s no big deal; I don’t get lost or find myself wondering who the hell Richard is when he has a line of dialogue.
I do like them when I’m doing things, though. I once spent a long and very enjoyable day painting my bathroom and listening to Maeve Binchy’s “Tara Road”; lovely. Or sewing and listening to Josephine Tey’s “The Daughter of Time”.
Anyone else have a hard time with books on tape? Or being read to in general?