We drove down to a little city/town/podunk village called Hondo outside San Antonio today to take some pictures of a building for Bart's dad. (He's paying us to do it - we don't just spend six hours driving on Saturday morning for the fun of us, lest you think we'll be happy to run an errand for you in Dallas or Houston or El Paso when we have a free weekend. We won't).
We spent most of the time (when I was drifting off to sleep, since we'd stayed up until almost three a.m. with some friends and then left at 8:45 a.m.) listening to a book on CD called The Amulet of Samarkand. We picked it up at the library last week based on two things: the fantasy sticker on the spine and the fact that it's the first of the Bartimaeus Trilogy (Bart was instantly interested by the "Bartimaeus" part).
Anyway, it's turned out to be very clever and funny, with an astonishingly good narrator. We checked out the other two CD sets so we can get through the whole trilogy in our upcoming car trips.
Car travel is something Bart and I are still getting good at. For me, a car trip has always meant time to read. Bart does not appreciate me reading and leaving him to drive in silence. Last year, when we did 18 hours of driving in a weekend, we listened to Harry Potter. This was great, but we've had trouble duplicating the experience because Bart and I have fairly divergent taste in books. Thankfully, Bartimaeus has saved the day. Bless him.