I briefly brought this up the other day. Back during my elementary school years, I remember my teacher, Mr. Tanner giving everyone in the class a book. I remember thinking that was such a kind gesture. He didn't have to do that. A book was perfect though.
That was years (oh heck, multiple decades) ago. I remembered reading the book, and a couple of small details, but I could never really remember the book.
I had tried to google the book before, with the detail or two I sort of remembered, but I could never get it.
I am not a fan of AI, BUT, AI WAS very helpful figuring this one out, and for that I am grateful.
Anyway, I tracked down a (signed!) copy of William Sleator's "Into the Dream" which I had not read in a very long time. I did this some years ago with another book I read as a kid, "The Indian in the Cupboard" AND I found and read all of the sequels to that one too.
Characters and scenes I had forgotten came back into my mind. It is still a good book that holds up!
Reading it again was a nice link back to my old (now gone) school and my childhood.
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