I listen to a lot of audio books these days driving to work. Hearing a book is for me a whole different experience, because I read so fast that I will just speed up to compensate for crappy writing. But listening to the prose of someone who always reaches for the obvious is just painful.
Several times I have listened to the first ten minutes of a book, reached over, popped it out of the player, and tossed it out the car window. (Unless it was a library loan, of course. Then I just curse and turn on a radio station.)
When I am working on something myself, I will often text-to-speech it to see how it reads. I am now of the opinion that good writing reads well and bad, cliched writing is like fingernails on the side of an empty cement truck.