Despite the fact that I, the overly-dedicated-to-analogue-still-listens-to-vinyl person that I am, have just about given up on the cassette format, I continue to refer to audiobooks as books on tape. Which thoroughly confuses my daughter, who I am sure wonders why anyone would bother putting books onto rolls of masking tape. But confusion aside, our family has become totally devoted to the format.
For years, the CD version of D’Aulaire’s Greek Myths (read by Harry Belafonte, Matthew Broderick, Paul Newman and Kathleen Turner) has lived in our glove compartment, as has Leonard Bersnstien’s brilliant reading of Peter and the Wolf. We must have listened to Cherry Jones read Little House on the Prairie and Little House in the Big Woods 3 or 4 times this summer alone.
But our current obsession is Hope Davis’ reading of Madeline L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time, which was one of my absolute favorite books growing up. There is nothing more satisfying than sharing your own favorite things with your children and watching them become equally enthralled. It happened with corn on the cob. It happened with Prince. And is has just happened with the crazy story of the Murray kids and their quest to save their father.
It’s got real science to learn, as well as science fiction. There are some good lessons about the beauty of being yourself and the power of love. There’s even a tiny bit of first kiss style romance. All tied together into a plot that is so gripping, we had to press pause when my husband got out to fill the car up with gas. He didn’t want to miss a beat. And we couldn’t blame him.
And neither will you.