Interstellar Pig, William Sleator

When i was a kid, i spent a lot of time at the library. every week or so, we would head to the local branch and walk out with armloads and tote bags full of books.? i remember my parents forced us impose a personal book limit on what we could check out. this maximum limit was a real pain in the ass, but it did force us to expand our horizons and read outside the comfort bubble we were in. this expansion was the only way we could ensure that we would not run out of stuff to read. i remember that one week, i had already reached my maximum. my dad walked over and handed? me a copy of William Sleator’s Interstellar Pig. it pushed me over my limit for the week but no one gave me any crap over it. my dad had never read the book before, but he had a good feel for the bizarre nature of his kid and it was a good call. i ahve never forgotten the name of this book, nor it’s plotline. at one point, i was even found sleep walking and describing of of the characters as having been in the house. afte...