A couple nights ago I finished reading Slaughterhouse-Five for the first time. It’s always embarrassed me a little bit that I’d never read it, that I’ve read hardly any Vonnegut. When I was too young (8? 9?) I tried to read Cat’s Cradle because it was on a bookshelf in my house and I liked the cover and I knew what a cat’s cradle was, but I didn’t really understand the book. (“This isn’t about playing cat’s cradle at all! What a rip off!”)
Anyway, I loved Slaughterhouse-Five so much — it felt like finally finding something I didn’t know I was missing — that after I finished reading it, I started reading a new book by a different author, and after a couple pages realized that all I wanted to do was read more Vonnegut, so now I’m reading Breakfast of Champions.
I shall most likely revisit Cat’s Cradle soon after. And then everything else he wrote.
Sorry, all you books from the last year I’ve been promising to read. It’ll be just a little while longer.
