Truth be told, I haven't been as taken with William Sleator's more recent books. The Boy Who Couldn't Die was okay but not my favorite although it is full of the trademark chilling William Sleator touches. That's one of the things I like so much about his books--the stakes are high. Very high. And the reader is never quite assured that things will end well. In fact, they don't always end well. I recommend starting your William Sleator reading feast with Interstellar Pig, then following it with the sequel, Parasite Pig. For your third course, try House of Stairs in which a group of teenagers finds themselves imprisoned in a strange building with no doors, no windows, and only a series of rooms and stairs and flashing lights. Any food though? Maybe. Maybe not. Then finish your feast with Singularity, in which twin boys find a space in their backyard where time moves differently than in the rest of the world.
These books are science fiction though not overly technical. William Sleator had a knack for explaining difficult concepts easily and telling gripping stories in about 200 pages. These books are easy to read, will give you the creeps, give you a thrill, and keep you turning the pages. I'm sad there won't be any more Sleator novels. Well, readers do get one more. Sleator's last book, The Phantom Limb, is due out in October. Reading a plot synopsis from amazon, one understands why Publisher's Weekly once described Sleator as "gleefully icky." Icky but with brilliant ideas, dear readers. Icky but brilliant. RIP, William Sleator.