May 13, 2015
It's 10:40 p.m. as I write this. I'm reading a short story-collection by Vonnegut. I keep restarting this book because I also keep having to put it down, so when I get a chance to read it again I start from the beginning, and today I think I know why. Vonnegut's introduction is heartwarming. I wouldn't mind reading it again and again. He talks about his sister a bit, and that right there is the core of that introduction. It's heartbreaking in the most beautiful sense. Dear B, you're almost two, and you already know your letters!