I read it. I didn't find it as easy to read as some reviews declare, but I read it. In fact, as far as reading goes I found it pretty awkward. I'm normally a speedy reader... but maybe that's only because generally I've read things that flow. Chronologically, progressively, evolving. Not surprising, as I have a logical mind - I like things to make sense. So when I've read 10 pages and I'm caught with a "Hold on a minute - what the fuck just happened?" I was intrigued enough to start again. I know it wasn't boring me or else I would have canned it, but I had to turn my music off, shake my head a bit and focus a bit more.

And it was odd. It made bugger all sense when I was reading it because it was flitting from image to image, event to event. The more you read, the more related events appeared and you could revert them back to earlier references. Trying to order them was yet more fun and games.

But having digested it - great washed down with coffee - I was left with a couple of... well impulses and feelings really. One is an urge to look deeper into the Bombing of Dresden. Another is to read the other two Vonnegut books I have. The last one is, I'm not going to come close to appreciating this until I've read it at least once more.