Friday's Child

by Georgette Heyer

A Princess of Mars

by Edgar Rice Burroughs

I AM A very old man; how old I do not know.

Twilight

by Stephenie Meyer

I'd never given much thought to how I would die--though I had reason enough in the last few months--but even if I had, I...

Middlemarch

by George Eliot, Jessica Hische

MISS BROOKE had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.

Ivanhoe

by Sir Walter Scott

In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large fo...

The Everlasting Man

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

American notes

by Charles Dickens, Diana C. Archibald

I SHALL never forget the one-fourth serious and three-fourths comical astonishment, with which, on the morning of the th...

The Railway Children

by Edith Nesbit

The beginning of things - They were not railway children at the beginning...

Villette, a novel

by Charlotte Brontë

My godmother lived in a handsome house in the clean and ancient town of Bretton.

Jo's Boys

by Louisa May Alcott, Success Oceo

If anyone had told me what wonderful changes were to take place here in ten years, I wouldn't have believed it,' said Mr...

Ethan Frome

by Edith Wharton

I HAD the story, bit by bit, from various people and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different s...

Cranford

by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell

IN the first place, Cranford is in possession of the Amazons; all the holders of houses above a certain rent are women.

The Blithedale Romance

by Nathaniel Hawthorne

THE evening before my departure for Blithedale, I was returning to my bachelor apartments, after attending the wonderful...

Wuthering Heights

by Emily Brontë

1801 - I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.

कामसूत्र

by Vatsyāyana

IT may be interesting to some persons to learn how it came about that Vatsyayana was first brought to light and translat...

The science of getting rich, or, financial success through c...

by Wallace D. Wattles, Ruth L Miller

WHATEVER may be said in praise of poverty, the fact remains that it is not possible to live a really complete or success...

Pollyanna

by Eleanor Hodgman Porter, Porter

Miss Polly Harrington entered her kitchen a little hurriedly this June morning.

The Thirty-Nine Steps

by John Buchan

I RETURNED from the City about three o'clock on that May afternoon pretty well disgusted with life.

Elephants Can Remember

by Agatha Christie

MRS. Oliver looked at herself in the glass.

The Hollow

by Agatha Christie

AT 6:13 A.M. on a Friday morning Lucy Angkatell's big blue eyes opened upon another day, and as always, she was at once ...