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Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut: As an unanticipated recommendation from a friend, provided without any context, I wasn’t sure exactly what to expect from my first Vonnegut experience. I was underwhelmed to say the least. Maybe it was the fact that Tralfamadorian experiences that the main character, Billy Pilgrim, has aren’t in-fact PTSD episodes but concocted as an actual alien encounters which led the book astray for myself. I’m actually a believer in aliens, but I found that this part of the book was unnecessary in the way it was presented, as an interaction with another being, while offering a valuable piece for character development that could have been delivered more tactfully. While it may be considered one of the top 100 novels of all time I’m not convinced that I’d put it in my list.

January 13, 2019 2019 reviews books


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