During my first five months living with Mom and Dad and commuting to and from Sandy and Tooele, from August 1 to January 1, I have enjoyed listening to many amazing books, which have enriched my life tremendously, and have made the time and expense of commuting a blessing in disguise. I have enjoyed sharing these books with Mom and Dad and my children, sometimes just some stories, sometimes the books themselves. I looking forward to “reading” many more. How abundant good books make the world.
- Hidden Figures (Margot Lee Shetterly, 2016)
- How Will You Measure Your Life? (Clayton Christensen, 2012)
- Beyond the One-Hundredth Meridian (Wallace Stegner, 1953)
- How To Win Friends and Influence People (Dale Carnegie, 1936)
- Alexander Hamilton (Ron Chernow, 2004)
- Becoming (Michelle Obama, 2018)
- Amos Fortune: Free Man (Elizabeth Yates, 1950)
- The Truths We Hold: An American Journey (Kamala Harris, 2019)
- The Pioneers (David McCullough, 2019)
- The Great Bridge (David McCullough, 1972)
- Searching for Joy (C.S. Lewis, 1955)
- The Weight of Glory and Other Addresses (C.S. Lewis, 1941)
- Simply Jesus (N.T. Wright, 2010)
(Image by Lubos Houska from Pixabay)
Don’t hate me, but for the last six years, my commute was only three miles each way. For the 18 years before that, it was only 12 miles. All of a sudden, my commute is two hours a day, longer in heavy traffic or bad weather. Knowing how quickly I would become frustrated with that fruitless occupation, I began listening to audio books. (I can’t even eat breakfast without a book propped open on the kitchen table.) First I listened to the second volume of Saints, a new history of my church, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, a troubled history haunted by murderous mobs and failed legal systems and unimaginable personal suffering as tens of thousands of the faithful walked a thousand miles beginning in 1847 to find unmolested freedom in Utah. I listened to C.S. Lewis’ harrowing memoir Searching for Joy, which left me scratching my head. I loved David McCullough’s Pioneers, the tale of the 1790s settlement of the Northwest Territory, beginning in Marietta, Ohio. Then came Michelle Obama’s beautifully-written and touching memoir, Becoming. And on my 90th day after the move, I finished today Ron Chernow’s masterful meticulous comprehensive biography Alexander Hamilton—what a remarkable man! Far from being a waste of time, my long commute has proven to be an incredible enriching inspiring educational experience. I munch on raisins to stay focused and awake as the road stretches ahead and the narrator drones on. I have ordered and shared my favorites with Dad, who reads Obama and McCullough and listens to Villa-Lobos and Mathis long into the night while I am sound asleep. Next will be McCullough’s story of the Roeblings and their great Brooklyn Bridge.
Sunshine is always up for Sunday Story Time.
And Amy loves to read.
The more books the better.
When Amy reads , Sunshine is all in, especially when the book is about his reptile cousins.
They are both enjoying Lyle, Lyle the Crocodile.