The Black Cat

by Edgar Allan Poe

FOR the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to open, I neither expect nor solicit belief.

Third Girl

by Agatha Christie

HERCULE Poirot was sitting at the breakfast table.

Dubliners

by James Joyce

THERE WAS no hope for him tins time: it was the third stroke.

The Prince and the Pauper

by Mark Twain

Xi you ji

by Wu Cheng'en, Eleanor Hazard

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, someone called Three Kingdoms, Outlaws of the Marsh, Journey to the West and Jin Ping Me...

The Great Gatsby

by F. Scott Fitzgerald

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.

Leaves of Grass

by Walt Whitman

OVER the Western sea hither from Niphon come,

Breakfast at Tiffany's

by Truman Capote

Es zieht mich stets dorthin zurück, wo ich einmal gelebt habe, zu den Häusern, der Gegend.

Hong lou meng

by Tsʻao, Hsüeh-chʻin., (qing) Cao, xue qin

The Lost Symbol

by Dan Brown

Meus sinceros agradecimentos a três amigos queridos com quem tenho a grande honra de trabalhar: meu editor, Jason Kaufma...

Mémoires d'Hadrien

by Marguerite Yourcenar

My dear Mark, Today I went to see my physician Hermogenes, who has just returned to the Villa from a rather long journey...

Metamorphoses

by Ovid

The classics were the raw material of the English Renaissance; to write in the sixteenth century meant to engage in dial...

Le fantôme de l'opéra

by Gaston Leroux

It was the evening on which MM. Debienne and Poligny, the managers of the Opera, were giving a last gala performance to ...

Lun yu

by Confucius

The Good Earth

by Pearl S. Buck

It was Wang Lung's marriage day.

The Wind in the Willows

by Kenneth Grahame

I'm coming, I said! Sausages and sweet bread!

Daddy-Long-Legs

by Jean Webster

The first Wednesday in every month was a Perfectly Awful Day-a day to be awaited with dread, endured with courage, and f...

Gone With the Wind

by Margaret Mitchell

Scarlett O'Hara n'était pas d'une beauté classique, mais les hommes ne s'en apercevaient guere quand, å l'exemple des ju...

The Old Man and the Sea

by Ernest Hemingway

Érase un viejo que solia ir de pesca solo en su bote en el Gulf Stream, y desde hace ya ochenta y cuatro dias no pescaba...

Gulliver's Travels

by Jonathan Swift

MY FATHER had a small estate in Nottinghamshire.