This was a really interesting read. It's an odd little book written in images and chunks (like an alien book if Billy Pilgram is to be believed). The narrative is loose and dreamy, with little traditional structure, and focuses on the experiences of being a POW in WWII, and the bombing of Dresden. I knew this going in, but it was still difficult for me. (I have trouble with war stories, which has nothing to do with the quality of this book but a little bit to do with my personal rating of it.) All in all I'm quite glad I finally got around to reading this, even if I can't say I loved the experience of reading it. There were a lot of observations I found very keen, and I liked Vonnegut's conversational tone and use of figurative language. I'd like to try one of his other novels, as I think some of his other works may sit better with me.