I thought The Day of the Triffids was a children's story, I'm not sure why, but oh how wrong I was. The story opens with the narrator Bill in hospital. He's been blinded (temporarily) by vicious genetically modified plants, but this temporary blindness has saved him from a crueller fate. He teams up with some other survivors, but a long fight is ahead of them. The story is gripping, the characters are recognisable 1950s characters, but reading this book made me feel quite sad and listless.
So I stopped reading. I've always found dystopian stories quite depressing, as I'm a complete and utter scaredy-cat with a pessimistic nature. Having such a strong reaction is I think a reflection of the strength and power of the book, and maybe one day I'll return to the story, if I ever become less cowardly.