I have a very large backlog of classics that I've yet to read, which had included Slaughterhouse-Five. I wasn't even fully aware of what the book was about, I should probably be ashamed to admit, but I can definitely say I understand why this is considered to be Vonnegut's seminal work. I flew through this book, the intrigue of Vonnegut's firsthand experiences in World War II mixed with the fascinating story-telling device of Billy Pilgrim's being able to jump through time combining in an unexpected way to make me eager to never put it down. The writing style, particularly the way that the main character had very limited actually dialogue in a way that makes the reader feel like he or she is living through those experiences, was so effortless to read. I almost felt that I was in the boozy haze of numb memories that Vonnegut describes in the first chapter, and it definitely painted an image of all the horrors and needlessness of war. So it goes.