Slaughterhouse-Five feels like a PTSD dark ride. Instead of "A Small World" its more like "A Funny-Horrible World." We experience the "so horrible its funny" life of Billy Pilgrim as he survives the Bombing of Dresden, starts time-traveling/not experiencing life in a linear way, and getting abducted by aliens. I think this was the first time a war story was truly a pleasure to read. I think the only reason I'm not giving it five stars is because unfortunately, this book isn't saying or doing anything for me that I haven't already read somewhere else. Like yeah "A Small World" is a nice, its no Splash Mountain.