I often judged a book by its cover when I was younger. I would not have traveled in time with Tycho, if I had not been intrigued by the painted scene on this book.
Of course, after enjoying the book, I just looked for the author’s name. I then joined Barney in the race for the Interstellar Pig, got lost in the House of Stairs and spent a lot of time in the shed with Harry in Singularity.
That’s an odd thing, to say I was there when I followed the protagonist of a book. When reading, we are not part of the story at all. Tycho is going to create multiple futures without us and Barney is going to discover the true nature of the Piggy regardless of our help. They don’t need us. Their path is set.
Having exhausted all of William Sleator’s books at the library, I turned my attention to the revolving book rack between the proper bookshelves where one of the paperback covers caught my attention. It sounds completely cheesy now, but right at the top it proclaimed, “A Fighting Fantasy Gamebook in which YOU are the hero!”
I walked home underneath the summer sun with all of the Fighting Fantasy Gamebooks they had.