The Riddle of the Sands

by Erskine Childers

I HAVE read of men who, when forced by their calling to live for long periods in utter solitude-save for a few black fac...

Anthem

by Ayn Rand

IT IS A SIN TO WRITE THIS.

Les Trois Mousquetaires

by Alexandre Dumas, Auguste Maquet

Le pre­mier lun­di du mois d’avril 1625, le bourg de Meung, où na­quit l’au­teur du Ro­man de la Rose, sem­blait être da...

The Lost World

by Arthur Conan Doyle

Mr. Hungerton, her father, really was the most tactless person upon earth-a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, ...

The Old Curiosity Shop

by Charles Dickens

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...

Villette, a novel

by Charlotte Brontë

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

The Quiet American

by Graham Greene

AFTER dinner I sat and waited for Pyle in my room over the rue Catinat: he had said, "I'll be with you at latest by ten,...

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...

Jude the Obscure

by Thomas Hardy

Good wives

by Louisa May Alcott

IN ORDER THAT we may start fresh and go to Meg's wedding with free minds, it will be well to begin with a little gossip ...

Der Zauberberg

by Thomas Mann

AN ORDINARY YOUNG MAN was on his way from his hometown of Hamburg to Davos-Platz in the canton of Graubunden.

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.

Pollyanna

by Eleanor Hodgman Porter, Porter

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

Kim

by Rudyard Kipling

He sat, in defiance of municipal orders, astride the gun Zam-Zammah on her brick platform opposite the old Ajaib-Gher-th...

Middlemarch

by George Eliot, Jessica Hische

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

His Last Bow [8 stories]

by Arthur Conan Doyle

I find it recorded in my notebook that it was a bleak and windy day towards the end of March in the year 1892.

Der Proceß

by Franz Kafka

SOMEONE must have been telling lies about Joseph K., for without having done anything wrong he was arrested one fine mor...

Bleak House

by Charles Dickens

LONDON. MICHAELMAS TERM LATELY OVER, AND THE LORD Chancellor sitting in Lincoln's Inn Hall.

The Enchanted Castle

by Edith Nesbit

There were three of them-Jerry, Jimmy, and Kathleen. Of course, Jerry's name was Gerald, and not Jeremiah, whatever you ...