My parents had a secondhand bookshop in the 60s and early 70s and I remember piling up all of Wyndhams books and reading them in sequence. Ah, the good old days, when brevity was the soul of wit and you could read a book in a few hours. My personal favourite is The Midwich Cuckoos.
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Outstanding. It took me about two weeks to read this in spurts on the train and in paragraphs before my exhausted body chose sleep over literature in bed each night. My new job helps me sleep, at least!