Mourning

Days and days of things to write have slipped by, but now I'm struck with this bit of sadness.

I accidentally started reading Kurt Vonnegut one summer in college. We were allowed to check out books for the summer, and I randomly roamed through the basement stacks and grabbed titles I thought looked interesting. One of them was Cat's Cradle. I think the writing on the spine was some sort of crazy orange 70's looking lettering and it caught my eye. I read the synopsis on the back and it sounded like an interesting read, so I added it to my pile.

I was instantly hooked on the zaniness of the characters and the not-so-subtle social commentary/political satire. I'm fairly certain that I had read his entire bibliography by the time I graduated, and I had the great pleasure of seeing him speak at the Lied Center in Lawrence, Kansas when I lived there.

It's been ages since I've read his books; perhaps it's time for a refresher. I recommend that you do the same, or try one for the first time if you've not yet discovered the wonder of Vonnegut.