Slaughterhouse-Five is a difficult book. I'd like to describe it as, "No Plot, Just Vibes". This book has A LOT of feelings packed into its less-than 200 page-count and no clear story arc. But the plot might not be necessary after all. Because even the book is aware about its lack of specific plot by incorporating these sentences:

There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.

War and its long-term impact are painted as the main background of the whole book, and we can FEEL it as a reader. There's no way the strange behavior of Billy Pilgrim doesn't stem from his traumatic experiences during the war (he's definitely suffering from PTSD), and it hurts to see him cannot function 'correctly', and nobody in his life—even his wife and daughter—could see what is actually wrong with him. So it goes.

And even if wars didn’t keep coming like glaciers, there would still be plain old death.

Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds.

And I, slowly but surely, am beginning to hate how books and people are often talk about war as if it's a thing in the past, that such atrocities are long gone, but *newsflash* it's not. Free Palestine.