The Midwich Cuckoos

Knowledge is simply a kind of fuel; it needs the motor of understanding to convert it into power.

I can see how this was riveting back in the day. But for today's standards, does it really hold up that well?

The concept is great. Golden-eyed alien babies? Sign me up! However, this has got to one one of the driest writings I have ever read. After reading Ted Chiang earlier this year this pales in comparison. Nonetheless the plot itself had its good moments so it wasn't a bad experience in the end.