I read Slaughterhouse-Five when I was in ninth grade, I think. Maybe eighth.
For the first time in my life, I felt like there were people in the world who wouldn't think I was a freak for thinking and feeling the way I did.
Better yet, we could be freaks together.
It was nice to not feel quite as lonely as I always had.
That was what reading Kurt Vonnegut always meant to me: I had company.
Extra bonus:
Kurt Vonnegut's writings for "In These Times"