Best Audiobook For A Long Drive Novels & Stories

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

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.

I should arrive after two in the morning. I normally would drive in silence, but with this length of trip I needed something to drown out my thoughts. I would just dwell on what Murphey said and the last two months. I saw an advertisement once for a true crime podcast. That seemed to be up my alley. I already saved it in my phone and just never had a chance to listen to it. There were over three hundred episodes. That would keep me company for the duration of the trip.

Now it was my job to protect all of our kind. VENUS P.O.V... "Now, I know that I can't make you stay, but where's your heart, but where's your heart, but where's your-, and I know there's nothing I can say to change that part, to change that..." My eyes snap open to the alarm on my phone playing my favorite song, Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance. They have been my favorite band for years. "So many bright lights, they cast a shadow, but can I speak?"

“Dante. Quarterback. Also terrible at parallel parking, so we’re even on the clumsiness scale.” We exchanged insurance info right there in the middle of the lot, but the conversation didn’t end there. He asked what I was reading; I showed him the stack and rambled about Sylvia Plath for way too long, fully aware I was oversharing. Surprisingly, he listened, nodding like he actually cared, then mentioned how he sometimes listened to audiobooks during long drives between away games. The rain that had been threatening all day finally broke—fat drops splattering the asphalt and soaking us both.

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 all slid into the leather seats, Atticus climbing into the back and immediately pulling out the children’s chapter book he’d been obsessed with all weeks. I could already hear the pages flipping as he settled in, legs crossed like a little professor. I glanced over as Alex started the engine, the quiet hum of power filling the cabin. The car ride was smooth, the city passing by in blurs of late-afternoon light. Atticus was quiet in the back, mouthing words as he read, fully immersed.

I squeaked. Brodie nodded, "Yep, since we are taking a nice long vacation and only need one car, then Deck is driving yours back to the offices where I'll have it stored in a garage, and no one will see it." "A long vacation? Me and you? Brodie, I don't need you to come in and save 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.