Honestly I can’t imagine why the author would think this book would be entertaining. Often it’s only a soapbox for his desire to nanny us into using seatbelts, motorcycle helmets and of course giving up guns, cigarettes and whiskey. The few actual trauma cases he describes are so watered down with simplifications that it becomes very tedious to listen to. One of his many exceptionally galling habits is constantly referring to hospital emergency departments as “ERs”. He does this in a condescending fashion suggesting that he is the one and only doctor who knows how to care for injured patients. So we have 10 fully monitored trauma bays, 15 fully monitored cardiac-critical care bays, 45 monitored exam-treatment rooms, 10 specialty exam rooms and he calls it an emergency “room”? No wonder trauma surgeons have a reputation for being jerks.