By H.G. Wells
Something has just landed in the country fields, and
unidentifiable object that causes quite a stir. When it begins to move, the
people, curious as ever wait with baited breath to see who could be inside.
What ensues is a terrifying account of a Martian invasion told in the
perspective of a man who saw it all from beginning to end.
Oh H.G. Wells, I’m sure this book was the height of science
fiction in its day, but I was so bored. It was so over-worded and long winded
that I felt it could’ve been made into a sufficient short story vs. a full bred
novel. More than half of the book was spent running around the English
countryside staring at the giant metal Martians burning things with its laser
vision and spent in exposition about trivial things. Honestly, I can tell you
precisely what happens in 3 sentences without feeling like I’ve left anything
of importance out. I really do feel like this is a period-piece rather than a
long-standing piece. It was hard to muddle through, but I was determined to do
it. The end had more punch to it and was more exciting, but about 75-100 pages in
the middle were just painful to get through because of the sheer wordage.
I give this a 2.5 out of 5
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