I had a very hard time putting this book down. I really enjoyed it from start to finish, although there were (very brief) points were my eyes glazed over and I had to reread it. I love this kind of science fiction.

In the sleepy English village of Midwich, a mysterious silver object appears and all the inhabitants fall unconscious. A day later the object is gone and everyone awakens unharmed – except that all the women in the village are discovered to be pregnant.

The resultant children of Midwich do not belong to their parents: all are blonde, all are golden eyed. They grow up too fast and their minds exhibit frightening abilities that give them control over others and brings them into conflict with the villagers just as a chilling realisation dawns on the world outside . . .

The Midwich Cuckoos is the classic tale of aliens in our midst, exploring how we respond when confronted by those who are innately superior to us in every conceivable way.

First: One of the luckiest accidents in my wife's life is that she happened to marry a man who was born on the 26th of September.

Last: But it is a more fundamental expression of the same sentiment to say: If you want to keep alive in the jungle, you must life as the jungle does...