The War of the Worlds (Tor Classics) 
Things then progress from a series of seemingly mundane reports about odd atmospheric disturbances taking place on Mars to the arrival of Martians just outside of London. At first the Martians seem laughable, hardly able to move in Earth's comparatively heavy gravity even enough to raise themselves out of the pit created when their spaceship landed. But soon the Martians reveal their true nature as death machines 100-feet tall rise up from the pit and begin laying waste to the surrounding land. Wells quickly moves the story from the countryside to the evacuation of London itself and the loss of all hope as England's military suffers defeat after defeat. With horror his narrator describes how the Martians suck the blood from living humans for sustenance, and how it's clear that man is not being conquered so much a corralled. --Craig E. Engler
Reviews
And that's why it's still in print a hundred years later.
-Mark Wakely, author of An Audience for Einstein
Wells was actually the first writer to do the 'alien invasion' story and tells it from an everyman's perspective (like in that awful movie Signs, only much, much better). Our unnamed narrator is some sort of writer/journalist who lives in rural England. He is pals with a man named Ogilvy, who works in an observatory and is one of the first people on Earth to notice a series of explosions on Mars and projectiles launched towards our blue planet. When the projectiles (cylinders) arrive, no one is really freaked out but approach them with interest and curiosity.
Our narrator feels the same way but slowly realizes that he should keep his distance. It's interesting to note how people either react with indifference or ignorance in these first few chapters. Before the advent of tabloid media and long, long before those dreadful cell phones were invented, it would be totally believable that major news such as alien landings would spread through the country pretty slowly.
As you know the Martians turn sour and decide to start zapping everyone off the face of the planet with their mysterious heat-rays and tripods. Our narrator reacts with smarter logic than the rest and keeps a cool head while everyone else is a panicking idiot.
I did get a little bit bored in the middle when our nameless narrator tells the story of his unnmamed brother in London (a thin attempt at fleshing out the chaos elsewhere) but it picked up the pace again rather quickly after that. It is a rather short book also and I feel like a total moron at the fact that it took me a month to read it. I did get pretty ill in the middle, which made the boring bit even worse and I put it down for a couple of weeks. I planned to read it in a few days, but I guess fate was against me.
You know the ending already and how the Martians are defeated by germs, which might seem a bit of a cop-out to any young readers but to me, reading it like it was 100 years ago (a world I particularly like, the old english countryside filled with inns, cottages, paperboys, pubs and post offices) , it's rather ingenius. HG Wells must have been a really smart guy to come up with ground-breaking stuff like this.
War of the Worlds IS an undeniable classic and is still far superior to any knock-offs and every-single-one of the movies. Give it a go for sure!
Evans does an excellent job in altering the language to fit current usage while maintaining the integrity of the original story. The abridgment retains all of the excitement of the story and the presentation is suitable for the target level of reader. The illustrations capture the action; I was particularly struck with the detail of the facial expressions.
