Lois Duncan (Down a Dark Hall) and Mildred Ames (Anna to the Infinite Power) terrified me first but when I think of the first truly creepy, crawled-inside-my-head, book that I read, it’s always House of Stairs by William Sleator. The viciousness of what even children will do to each other in desperate situations, the trapped claustrophobia, the idea that adults would experiment on children so cruelly… it left a permanent mark. I’ve read many of his other books- Blackbriar, Fingers, Interstellar Pig, The Green Futures of Tycho, Singularity… I remember waiting anxiously for The Boy Who Reversed Himself. My middle school book discussion group read Fingers and wrote him a letter, and he wrote us back from Thailand. And as a teen I was lucky enough to take part in a one day writing workshop with him. He’s tagged as a science fiction writer a lot of the time, but the very human darkness and, sometimes even evil, that pervades so many of his books is what left its mark on me. Whatever genre you want to assign his books to, William Sleator was a brilliant writer. A quarter century after I first read House of Stairs (which was published originally in 1974) those books are still on my bookshelves. And I still read them.

This great author of YA fiction died Tuesday at age 66. I am glad he wrote so many books. I know he touched many lives with his writing. I hope his books will stay in print, and that libraries will stay in schools, so the teens of today and tomorrow will have the chance to discover them, just as I did, in my school library.