I am 'blessed' (as it is called) to never have known the horrors of war. After reading this book I have a new appreciation to this fact. Billy Pilgrim, the protagonist of Slaughterhouse-five, experience the second world war. He is also unstuck in time and living the events of his life in random order; now he's at a Zoo on the planet Tralfamadore, now he's at his daughters wedding, and then he's at the horrible fire-bombing of Dresden where it all started. It may sound confusing, but it makes up for a very gripping narrative about what war can do to a human. It is a powerful story that way, with its black humour and sarcasm. Vonnegut somehow show the world as it is in all its stupidity, but he doesn't preach, doesn't teach. The hopelessness, the unfairness, the egoism, all is just shown but not exposed. Yet, this is not a depressing book, it is fun, and weird, and sad. It was published in 1969 and actually lost the Hugo to the Left Hand of Darkness if my memory serves me. Sometimes the age shows. However that is nothing compared to its message which is eternal. Should be read.