Rating: 2/5
What will the (unnamed) narrator do when Martians invade the planet?
It’s strange that I didn’t like this book very much. I’m usually such a massive fan of Victorian fiction. Probably, it’s because I just read the exciting, action-packed Chaos Walking trilogy and this seemed comparatively boring. There would be chapters and chapters and chapters (I think nine was the longest gap I counted) that had absolutely no dialogue whatsoever. Also, another thing that seemed to annoy me was the amount of places that Wells mentioned. I almost highlighted one paragraph, in which a list of the different provinces about London, the counties and cities, and the districts within the capital, and Manchester, and Liverpool, and the different public-houses in Chobham, Woking, Weybridge, and Horsell, and the people from Chertsey and Isleworth and Addlestone, and all the different hills—the blasted hills!—Primrose Hill, and Maybury Hill, and so many other stupid hills, was provided in not just that paragraph, but seemingly every other single one!
I gave this book 2 stars instead of 1 because there was the occasional—the occasional, mind—humorous part.