Slaughterhouse-Five (1969) – Kurt Vonnegut

I really don’t know how to review this book. Not because it was bad, mind you, because it was far from bad. More because there is almost too much to say that I can’t even say a fraction of it. Plus it really is such a cleverly constructed book that I feel like I can’t do it justice. I can say something about it being anti-war, because that’s what I’ve heard about Slaughterhouse-Five and I do get a sense of that from the book, but I’m not really qualified to say much about it. I’ve taken a few days to digest Slaughterhouse-Five, and I’ve not gained any more insight towards it.


The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891) – Oscar Wilde

Another classic down, and boy do I feel so cultured! But on a serious note, I really am getting into classics over the guilty-pleasure-YA-kinda-trashy-but-I-still-love-it genre. Which is great, because they really do make you think.