Dick

The daylight hours zipped by in a flash, so a book blip beckons.

It's been a while since I've read any Vonnegut.

Like most raised on SF I consumed Cat's Cradle and The Sirens of Titan at an early age and got around to Slaughterhouse Five while at uni (says the man who's been "at uni" for the past 33 years).

Dead-Eye Dick will have been added to the stockpile years ago, and came to light in an excavation of the spare room. I enjoyed the black comedy and indeed the cover art. I should not leave it so long before my next Vonnegut.