Out of the three Vonnegut books I have consumed, by far this book was my favorite. At first I wasn’t sure that I should read it since it didn’t seem very well celebrated, but I am now really glad that I did.

I was especially intrigued to find small appearances of Vonnegut’s characters (ex. Diana Moon Glampers) from his other works, interacting with the main character of this book. It makes me wonder if he’s commenting on how all human beings are exposed to the same things as one another in a lifetime, and how far just one item or thought can penetrate into the lives of the individual.

Another product of Vonnegut’s hilariously twisted mind, though not as brilliant and heartbreaking as Slaughterhouse-Five.

I circle back to Vonnegut a couple of times a year, and I couldn’t really remember how this one went, so I’m going through it again.

I really really enjoyed this, but I still can’t figure out why.