Frankly, I wasn't a fan. Maybe it's just the way I think (go engineering), or maybe it was just the fact that our main character was a spineless, insane optometrist (nothing against the profession, just kind of felt like throwing that in there). Billy Pilgrim is a man that could be described many ways: scatterbrained, crazy, incapable of supporting himself mentally, schizophrenic, a door mat for others to walk on, a man who cares little about himself (not in the selfless heroic way). Take your pick, I have more. My point is that I really find it hard to enjoy main characters that are on the bad side of not being normal. Normal protagonist? Love it. Heroic protagonist that really isn't normal whatsoever? Can't get enough of it. Billy Pilgrim? Please let me finish this book and go read something else.
So maybe the main character was what did it in for me.
Or maybe it was the way the story was written. You know, in the fourth dimension and whatnot. I can do math problems and some physics in three dimensions (how long does it take to get from A to Z?), but when we go from A to D to B to Q to P to Y to A again, then back to... Well, you get the drift. It's difficult for me to grasp a book that jumps around quickly, doesn't match the full development of the story. I feel like it is one of those "choose your path books" where at the end of every page it says "turn to page 67 to stay at home; or turn to page 53 to go on an adventure" except in this novel we only get the choice "turn to the next page to be schizophrenic and confused; or put the book down if you're fed up by now." (While the second option was very tempting, I actually did finish the book.)
The message of the book did actually turn out decently with the little bird sound at the end symbolizing how there truly was nothing intelligent to say about a slaughter. Had the book been written at least semi-chronologically I might have actually enjoyed this book.
Overall the book gets a 5/10. While it may not have been the worst book I have ever read, it definitely doesn't pass my re-readable test. Perhaps I will take the Tralfalmadorian approach just this one time and focus on other things that will better occupy my time rather than focus on how much I disliked Slaughterhouse Five.