Romans & histoires Best Audio Books For Road Trips

He let out a loud, ringing laugh, shifting into drive the moment our two blushing passengers settled into the back seat. We cleared the city limits, hitting the wide, sun-bleached lanes of the interstate. The stretch toward La Union was notoriously brutal—the kind of endless, hypnotic highway where you could sleep for four hours and open your eyes to the exact same scenery. To combat the boredom, I reached into my tote bag, pulled out my bright yellow iPod, and snapped the auxiliary cord into the dashboard jack. The heavy, nostalgic chords of John Denver's "Take Me Home, Country Roads" exploded through the car speakers, and in that exact instant, the suffocating heat seemed to vanish under a

The old-school sounds of Train's, Play That Song escape the speakers. As the song ends, I fasten my seatbelt before connecting my iPhone to the auxiliary cable. I scroll through my playlists, selecting 'Road Trip'. Aerosmith tickles my ears as I pull from my assigned spot in the lot. Excitement courses through my veins as the over eight hours of highway, traffic, and tunes lie in front of me.

A month of finding out I wasn't who I thought I was. I took a deep breath and let my back sink into the seat. The road ahead might be hard. But I had to get there first. The drive from Anatolikos to Dytikos was a never-ending stretch of gray road. It was long, boring, and—thanks to Cain—dead quiet. I had begged him for an audiobook, naming twenty different titles, but he only gave me cold shrugs and grunts. I tried to start a conversation, but I might as well have been talking to the dashboard.

On the high-speed train home, the scenery outside passed by in fragments, but I could not focus on any of it. Shanine slept soundly on my shoulder. She had drunk too much the night before and had been rushed onto the train early this morning, leaving her half-dazed. Her hair brushed my neck, carrying the familiar scent of her shampoo. Yet, my heart felt strangely quiet. Almost empty. That happiness had arrived too fiercely, and it had disappeared just as quickly. Phoebe sat across from us, wearing headphones and scrolling through her phone. Occasionally, she looked up, our eyes meeting briefly before she quickly looked away again, as if nothing had ever happened.

Benjamin, Caleb, and Alistair settle into their comfortable seats, ready for the scenic drive to Oakland. "Let's get some tunes going," Alistair suggests, connecting his phone to the car's Bluetooth. "Something upbeat." Caleb nods, "How about some classic rock?" Benjamin smiles, The soundtrack for their journey begins, filling the car with energetic rhythms. As they cruise along the winding highway, the landscape shifts from picturesque farmland to urban suburbs. The trio engages in lively conversation, discussing everything from sports to their favorite TV shows. Alistair, riding shotgun, navigates through the GPS, ensuring they avoid traffic congestion. Caleb drives smoothly, his eyes scan

I’ve never heard of it. I’m not much of a reader of books. I’m too distractible. When the money started to come in from the farmers’ market, I got into audiobooks, though. The sound doesn’t exactly drown out the pecking voice, but I can kind of focus on the narrator, and it really helps the day go by better.

“But they were only here during special occasions and long holidays. They’re busy with their job.” He started walking and I copied him. I didn’t bring my phone and earbuds with me. The last time I listened to an audiobook while running with a companion was a disaster. Jay thought I was having an anxiety attack because of my facial reaction to the thriller book I was listening to. I don’t want Angelo to think of me like that. “Are your brother and sisters are also like you?” I hate asking the obvious. If there’s a habit I would like to erase, that would be it.

We made a quick stop at McDonald’s to get some food and the nearest 7/11 to get some snacks and drinks before finally heading onto the highway. “Is this going to be a long ride?” she asked, looking up from her phone. “It’s about two hours give or take”. “So, yes. It’s going to be a long ride”. “Sure,” I laughed. “It’s going to be a long ride”. “Alright then,” she said, pulling out a book from her bag. “It’s been a minute since I actually read a book so I might as well read one now”. “Yes, ma’am. Would you like me to turn down the volume?” I asked her, pointing to my phone that was connected to the car’s Bluetooth speakers.

Forbidden Pleasures 60 Days With My Stepfather’s Brother 13 The Breaking Point The long car ride back from the massive estate was completely filled with a heavy, suffocating silence. The deep rumble of the SUV's engine was the only sound inside the vehicle as the miles slid past us in the dark.

The city’s cacophony didn’t fade so much as fracture, then abruptly vanish, replaced by a profound and ancient silence. One moment, they were in the plush, soundproofed interior of the Rolls-Royce, weaving through the aggressive honking and relentless energy of Manhattan. The next, after a flight on Clarkson’s private jet that felt more like a fever dream than a journey, they were on a narrow, pine-lined road, the only sound the hum of tires on asphalt and the distant, mournful cry of a gull.