So its my favourite novel of all time, and one i have to read at least once a year.
Every piece of praise heaped upon of it is, of course, justified.
But why do i like it so much? What's the cord that strikes me?
If i have to sum it up, its best represented by "Quickly, one after the other, one, two, three, four of the armoured Martians appeared, far away over the little trees, across the flat meadows..."
I've always lived in Kent and in pretty unspoilt areas, rife with fields and orchards and meadows. The notion of such a bizarre, ALIEN device just rambling across countryside i know so well has always been a very powerful image for me. And the fact that Woking is only an hours drive away makes it even more personal.
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