My dad used to have two or three paperbacks stacked up on the arm of his easy chair: a Stephen King novel, a John D. MacDonald and invariably a book about Nazis. I was never such a multi-tasking reader. I would plod along one book at a time--until now. With the appearance of audio books in my life (much thanks to my sister, Sylvia) I can now double dip in Mr. King's word pool--I am listening to Under The Dome in the car or on the treadmill or doing dishes and now I can carry my portable word pool in my purse because I just bought a paperback of The Stand while I was at Walmart getting provisions for our coming ice storm here in Ok City. I may need a bigger purse.