Goodbye Blue Monday
or
God Bless You, Mr. Vonnegut
One of my highschool teachers was a big Vonnegut fan and I caught his enthusiasm. I read just about everything Vonnegut wrote (I bought most of his work. I highly suspect these books are in my sister’s possession)

The splendidly puerile Breakfast of Champions is one of the greatest works of twentieth century fiction. Really. (Don’t ever watch the movie. Trust me.) I still read Breakfast from time to time - it still makes me laugh. I’ve neglected the rest of Vonnegut’s work for a long time. And I got off the Vonnegut jag before I was tempted to name one of my boys Kilgore Trout.