I didn't think I would like this as much as I did. I mean, ages ago, I happened upon John Carpenter's Village of the Damned—nice film, good premise, didn't think much of it—, which later I discovered to be an adaptation of a certain The Midwich Cuckoos, by John Wyndham. It got me curious, but that's all. It sat forever on my TBR pile—the mental one, I believe—, until I actually picked it up. And I loved it.
From the clever title to the brilliant opening sentence (“One of the luckiest accidents in my wife's life is that she happened to marry a man who was born on the 26th of September.”) to the amazing, truly great storytelling, TMC got me entangled in what I believe is one of the most underestimated science fiction novels, uh, ever. It delves into science, religion, philosophy, society, and raises interesting, thought-provoking questions; the main characters are charismatic, the Children are terrifying. It sure is dated, and I don't think its main theme is much of a novelty anymore, but I just can't believe how much fun I had reading this.