Revisiting my "crush" for Kurt Vonnegut.

His works just don't have the same appeal to me as in the past when I was at the ages of 11 to 13. He's not a poor writer by any means, and I don't think there's a "bad" book in his catalog. The main gripe I have of him is how childish and juvenile his observations can be. He just comes across as a man who is mad at the world because things aren't all flowers and rainbows and people may not like each other. Despite the heavy issues that are tackled within the pages of his books it just ends up being a "light" read. In a way, I have outgrown Vonnegut.