Occasionally I actually get around to reading some literature (I mean to do this more, but I can't stay away from my darling scifi/fantasy). After my last read I got my hands on a copy of the Ethan Hawke-narrated version of Slaughterhouse-Five.
This is a novel you can't really criticize; not only because it's globally recognized as a fantastic piece of literature, not only because anything there is to say about it has probably already been said, but because it's weird, and due to it's level of unorthodoxy it carves for itself a special untouchable place wherein any flaw could easily be intentional.
It was a thoughtful and thought-provoking slow burn and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I am glad that I didn't read it earlier, as I only recently binge-listened to a couple of WWII history podcasts. Knowing more about the gritty details of the war helped color in the edges of this loose collection of time fragments, and definitely resulted in a more fulfilling experience.