It actually shocked me I hadn't read this book sooner. I read Day of the Triffids years ago and loved it, and when I found out this was the book Village of the Damned was based on I instantly wanted to read it.

It is sufficiently spooky, pragmatic and speculative. It moves swiftly from conception through to discovery, situation control and aftermath while never skipping ahead too rapidly or leaving anything out.

The bizarre nature of the events is accepted and discussed with a perfectly stereotypical, but not completely fictional Britishness. And Zellaby, well, he made this book for me. I could read his theories—the literal and the more abstract—as long as Wyndham wanted to write them.

I knew the ending, saw the clues very early on, and was sad that it had to be him, but it was the most fitting conclusion.

Many more Wyndham books were added to my wish list after I finished this one.