Redshirts by John Scalzi (Narrated by Wil Wheaton *Ahem. Squee.*) was completely spectacular. Even if you aren't of the Star Trek fandom. I enjoyed this book thoroughly, even without the compliment of written pages and spellings. It doesn't matter, however, as without our friend Wil reading this outloud to me, I would have mispronounced Ensign for En-SINE. Which would have been very awkward when, say, discussing the book with someone with half an idea what these rankings mean. 
 I enjoyed the story as well, having a miraculous amount of fun with characters like Dahl and Kerensky. They, of course, cancel each other out in many ways, but I enjoyed both contrasting personalities. However stupid I found Kerensky, he still made me laugh, and that's all that really matters. Dahl, of course, with his protagonistic role, was both likable and interesting, so I had a great time hearing his story. 
 The only flaw I could find would have to be the amount of 'said's in his dialogue. That's the only reson I couldn't bring myself to give the book five stars. It just hurt too much to leave that out of the review. 
 I loved the book, though. And I am now a Scalzi fan.