My schoolboy copy of John Wyndham's 'The Day of the Triffids' is dated 1958; I must have bought it second-hand; not for the 3/6d as written on the top.
The book was serialised recently on Radio 4 extra, and I was quite surprised to hear that much of the latter part took place in my old stomping-ground in West Sussex.
I'd read the book several years before my people moved to West Chiltington, so the names of nearby villages were unknown to me at the time. Now hearing the names Pulborough and Storrington made me want to read it again.
The Triffids can almost be seen as an early comparative version of Covid-19. The devastating results of their liberation not that much different to today's pandemic; there are so many comparisons.
I've bypassed two other books that I'd intended to read, and will probably finish 'Triffids' before this evening. It's a foul day, perfect for reading a cheery 1950's novel.