Our public library carries self-contained audio books called Playaways. To use these handy things, you need only a Triple-A battery and a set of headphones. Plug yourself in and you’re ready to go.
I’m listening to Tina Fey’s Bossy Pants and wonder if the neighbors think I’m nuts when I walk past their house with Spot laughing so hard I’m nearly in tears. Her delivery is pitch-perfect and her writing is smart with a bite.
For someone like me who’d rather listen to a book than music while walking or at the gym, I think they are darn near genius. If I love Playaways, surely others who frequent our library branch love them too.
We keep an entire shelf of batteries in a variety of sizes in the downstairs bathroom cabinet. I grab a couple and head out.
The Playaways fill several shelves. I pick Ape House by Sara Gruen and The Sixth Man by David Baldacci. I figure being popular authors there’s a high likelihood that these two titles will be checked out soon.
I slide back the battery jacket. Empty. I fill it. I slide back the second. Also empty. I fill that too. I walk back towards the front door, slip my books into the return slot and laugh like Tina Fey on the way back to my car.