It's been nearly fifteen years since Kurt Vonnegut Jr. died. So it goes. While we won't get any more books by him I am happy that he did leave behind three books I haven't read yet. This is not one of them. I read this as a teenager and again as a young man. I figured I should reread it now that I'm an old man. This is one of the best stories I've ever read. It's unbelievable how much it trusts you and your humanity and builds a tale where all the key points seem to happen at once. It all makes sense. There's no reason to disbelieve Tralfamadorian concepts of time. You know how time travel is always a complicated thing in books? Not here. Here it's simple. This book unfolds, unstuck in time, and that should make for a hard read, but not here. Here you are held and caressed by fantastic foreshadowing. You know why people like foreshadowing so much? It's because it makes you feel like you're in on the joke. Like many good books, a lot of people die in this one. So it goes. And not once does it feel like the use of "So it goes" is a gimmick. It's also heart-wrenching and laugh-out-loud funny. Poo-tee-weet?