Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut

Not the most entertaining read. The prose was ordinary. Billy Pilgrim was even more ordinary. At times, Vonngut was funny, but just sparsely. Only a few passages made me think, that was put nicely. I'll certainly write more on this later, but, for now, this book is getting pushed back into the corner. I really wanted to like this book but, apparently, it was unwilling to compromise. I'm gonna come back to it at a later time because something tells me I'm not getting the whole picture. More to come when I'm feeling more verbose.