There is no school like the old school and James Herbert is one of the masters of old school. In The Rats he delivers up a squirm fest of man eating rats on the rampage through London and it's surrounds.
It is quite easy to look over such books as relic of a by gone age in which horror was valued more for its shock value than narrative. This story serves up a strong storyline with well fleshed out characters that draw you into the story. This is complimented by a smattering of gore and terror that will sate the hunger of most horror fans.
I am eager to delve into the second book of this series to see where the rats strike next. It could be in a suburb near you so keep a wary eye out. The Rats is a great example of 70's horror that reads just as well in the new century as it did then.