It's a vacation week, so I managed to read a couple of books from the 'new' shelf, John Scalzi's Redshirts and John Varley's Rolling Thunder. Redshirts wasn't bad, but it wasn't up to the level of Scalzi's Old Man's War or its sequels. The fact that it won the Hugo says more about the Hugo than it does about the book. As for Rolling Thunder, only my respect for John Varley got me through the thing. It's bad.
These books have something in common: they read like they're designed to appeal to The Fan rather than The Reader, if you get my drift.