The second Vonnegut's novel for me (the first was Mother Night) is, incidentally, also the second novel Vonnegut ever published and it's even more complex and peculiar. Here, Vonnegut manages to write an existentialist "the-meaning-of-life" novel in the form of a parody of the space sci-fi genre, along with a satire of war, army, religion and entrepreneurship. It's a book that shifts every now and then perspective, main theme and style, but in the end it's always about love. And all of this is written with a remarkable sense of humor that works in different levels, a humour that reminded me of Douglas Adams, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman who seem to owe a lot to him (especially the former).