Persuasion

by Jane Austen

THE following pages are the production of a pen which has already contributed in no small degree to the entertainment of...

Middlemarch

by George Eliot, Jessica Hische

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

Howards End

by E. M. Forster

E. M. Forster was thirty-one when Howards End appeared on October 18, 1910.

Dubliners

by James Joyce

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

Mrs. Dalloway

by Virginia Woolf

MRS DALLOWAY said she would buy the flowers herself.

Little men

by Louisa May Alcott

The Portrait of a Lady

by Henry James

Bleak House

by Charles Dickens

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

To the Lighthouse

by Virginia Woolf

The Return of Sherlock Holmes

by Arthur Conan Doyle

Animal Farm

by George Orwell

Nous sommes à la ferme, à la tombée de la nuit, alors que M.Jones vient de rentrer du pub. Il est ce soir bien trop émé...

The House of Seven Gables Readalong

by Nathaniel Hawthorne

HALFWAY DOWN A bystreet of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely peaked gables, f...

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...

Ulysses

by James Joyce

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed...

My Ántonia

by Willa Cather

FIRST HEARD of Antonia on what seemed to me an interminable journey across the great midland plain of North America.

Tess of the d'Urbervilles

by Thomas Hardy

THIS novel being one wherein the great campaign of the heroine begins after an event in her experience which has usually...

As You Like It

by William Shakespeare

Orlando. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed me by will but poor a thousand crowns, and, as thou sa...

Hard Times

by Charles Dickens

NOW, what I want is, Facts.

Confessions

by Augustine of Hippo

Great are you, O Lord, and exceedingly worthy of praise, your power is immense, and your wisdom beyond reckoning.