I woke up this morning to find out that Kurt Vonnegut had died.
I remember when I first read one of his books. It was "Breakfast of Champions". A friend of mine had lent it to me and it turned out to be only the start. About a year later, I was making weekly run to Half-Price Books to buy more of his books, which I was tearing through at a intense rate. "God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater", "Bluebeard", "Cat's Cradle", "Sirens of Titan", "Welcome to the Monkeyhouse" and more, including his famous "Slaughterhouse Five" and "Mother Night", the latter of which is still my favorite and I've been re-reading it today in memory of this great writer. I even remember "Galapagos", the one Vonnegut book I could never get through (honestly, I found it boring).
Though, now, I often find his books a little "young" for me, I still consider him one of my favorite writers. I am sorry to see him go.
"And so on."