Tell me the old, old story

The War of the Worlds was my favourite book as a kid in Elementary (or as we called it in England, Primary) School. I read it about seven times before I hit eleven years old. At such a young age I didn't get all the deeper critique of human inactivity in the face of threat, of watching the world burn, of the words of the introduction containing the eventual downfall of the invaders. I just loved the book and I read and re-read it, and though I am a voracious reader there are very very few books I read more than once. I also, thanks to my buddy Gary, discovered Jeff Wayne's musical version of the War of the Worlds , which I still love - I even like the remake that came out a decade or so ago , and whilst researching links for this post I discovered that the grand, spectacle-filled, high-tech musical is still on tour (not at the moment it seems, but it has been performed in the Netherlands at a couple of venues this year) so I will keep an eye out for that as I still love it! ...