Definitely not his best, but there were enough Vonnegut tropes to keep me interested, and “Why don't you take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut?” will stay with me.
Another extremely enjoyable book from Vonnegut. Deals very interestingly with the nature of money and giving, and also with mental illness. I would place it above Cat's Cradle but below Breakfast of Champions.
Andy Weir has the unique ability to write the most cringe book I have ever read that I literally can't put down
Stephen King is a good writer so you don't care that he has never interacted with a child or a computer
It was ok. The middle part was mostly fishing and bullfighting, neither of which interest me. Beginning and end were dynamite, though.
How does the electricity work? Where does the food come from? How are they able to breathe if this is a non-earth planet? Why does the sun look like ours but the seasons never change? Where did everybody go? Is this purgatory/hell? This book is really only concerned with the philosophical exploration rather than the practical workings of the world which is fine, but personally I would have been slightly more satisfied if even a little bit of the inner workings were revealed. The writing really is excellent - you live in the mundane so completely that any little discovery seems like a huge reveal until you realise you actually are no closer to any understanding about what is going on. I am still thinking about this book days later which must be a good thing.