I LOVE this book! Probably the least weird Vonnegut I've read so far. I liked the story- delving into the mind of someone too good at propaganda, knowing how much harm he has done and keeping it a secret that he was actually doing good. He is known as a Nazi, but is he really a Nazi? Do his "crimes" define who he is? The moral of the story: "We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be."

Everytime I read a new (to me) Vonnegut book I claim it is my favorite. But really, I enjoyed this book a lot.