Paradise Lost

by John Milton

This first book proposes, first in brief, the whole subject: man's disobedience and the loss thereupon of Paradise where...

Ender's Game

by Orson Scott Card

I've watched through his eyes, I've listened through his ears, and I tell you he's the one.

Angela's Ashes

by Frank McCourt

My father and mother should have stayed in New York where they met and married and where I was born.

The Hunger Games

by Suzanne Collins

When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold.

Siddhartha

by Hermann Hesse

In the shade of the house, in the sunshine on the river bank by the boats, in the shade of the sallow wood and the fig t...

A Pocket Full of Rye

by Agatha Christie

It was Miss Somers' turn to make the tea.

Мы

by Евгений Иванович Замятин

I shall simply copy, word for word, the proclamation that appeared today in the One State Gazette: The building of the I...

Pollyanna

by Eleanor Hodgman Porter, Porter

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

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...

Far from the Madding Crowd

by Thomas Hardy

Daisy Miller

by Henry James

At the little town of Vevey, in Switzerland, there is a particularly comfortable hotel.

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...

Works (Awakening / Beyond the Bayou / Desiree's Baby / Kiss ...

by Kate Chopin

A green and yellow parrot, which hung in a cage outside the door, kept repeating over and over: Allez vous-en!

The Magician's Nephew

by C. S. Lewis

This is a story about something that happened long ago when your grandfather was a child.

Memórias póstumas de Brás Cubas

by Machado de Assis

Que Stendhal confessasse haver escrito um de seus livros para cem leitores, coisa é que admira e consterna.

The Lightning Thief

by Rick Riordan

Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.

The Da Vinci Code

by Dan Brown

Robert Langdon awoke slowly.

Lord Jim

by Joseph Conrad

HE WAS an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of th...

A Room with a View

by E. M. Forster

"The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all.

The Age of Innocence

by Edith Wharton

On a January evening of the early seventies, Christine Nilsson was singing in Faust at the Academy of Music in New York.