Over the weekend, I DEVOURED +John Scalzi's Redshirts. Now, I have the wonderful problem of getting my review of it for +Geeky Pleasures out of my head, so that I can move on and give 2 copies of it away, courtesy of Tor.

Right now, all my brain is doing is screaming, "PEOPLE! I'M SO IN LOVE WITH THIS BOOK. RIDICULOUS TECHNOBABBLE. THE NARRATIVE. THE BOX. A CRAZY PARADOX. A SHUTTLE GOING INTO A REVERSE FIBONACCI SPIRAL! YOU MUST READ THIS BOOK WHEN IT IS RELEASED NEXT WEEK!!!"

This is a good problem to have: loving a book so much you don't think any words could do it justice. Instead you just want to grab people and shake them while exclaiming, "JOHN SCALZI'S BRAIN IS A WONDERFUL PLACE. READ THE BOOK, DAMN IT!"
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