By now we all know Kurt Vonnegut died earlier this week. I’ve read some really great articles in the past few days about his life and work. I must confess; I haven’t read anything by him in years.
I still remember reading Slaughterhouse-Five when I was a young teen. I consumed that book like it was air. I feel like I carry some part of that story in my very fiber. Which sounds totally pretentious and crazy, but I think I read that book at exactly the right time. It opened up my tastes in books: it expanded my horizons.
Thanks Mr. Vonnegut.