Deadeye Dick was the first Vonnegut novel that I read. It is also the last one on the list for my project. This particular copy has my heart. I borrowed it from my husband about 14 years ago. I remember reading it on the Subway. We lived in NYC back then. It has traveled, been borrowed and misplaced. It's broken in. The cover art for this book was my favorite. Although its worn away now, I think it's even better. The hint of a ladies shoe just above the rip makes me smile.