The Beautiful and Damned

by F. Scott Fitzgerald

IN 1913, when Anthony Patch was twenty-five, two years were already gone since irony, the Holy Ghost of this later day, ...

Germinal

by Émile Zola

ON a pitch-black, starless night, a solitary man was trudging along the main road from Marchiennes to Montsou, ten kilom...

The Secret Agent

by Joseph Conrad

The bell, hung on the door by means of a curved ribbon of steel, was difficult to circumvent.

Kidnapped

by Robert Louis Stevenson

I will begin the story of my adventures with a certain morning early in the month of June, the year of grace 1751, when ...

Le roman du masque de fer

by Alexandre Dumas

Ever since Aramis's bizarre transformation into the confessor of the order, Baisemeaux, the warden of the Bastille, had ...

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.

On The Road

by Jack Kerouac

I first met Dean not long after my wife and I split up.

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.

Sons and Lovers

by D. H. Lawrence

"The Bottoms" succeeded to "Hell Row."

The Book of Dragons

by Edith Nesbit

The Old Curiosity Shop

by Charles Dickens

A Passage to India

by E. M. Forster

Except for the Marabar Caves-and they are twenty miles off-the city of Chandrapore presents nothing extraordinary.

Notre Dame de Paris

by Victor Hugo

Three hundred and forty-eight years, six months, and nineteen days ago, the good people of Paris awoke to the sound of a...

The Story of the Amulet

by Edith Nesbit

There were once four children who spent their summer holidays in a white house, happily situated between a sandpit and a...

Преступление и наказание

by Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский

No início de julho, ao entardecer, sob um calor intenso, um jovem saiu do cubículo que sublocava na travessa S.

King Solomon's Mines

by H. Rider Haggard

It is a curious thing that at my age-fifty-five last birthday-I should find myself taking up a pen to try and write a hi...

The Yellow Wallpaper

by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Nur selten beherbergen Ahnenhallen den Sommer über ganz gewöhnliche Leute wie John und mich.

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.

Anne of Avonlea

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

A tall, slim girl, 'half past sixteen', with serious grey eyes and hair which her friends called auburn, had sat down on...

Jacob's Room

by Virginia Woolf

So of course," wrote Betty Flanders, pressing her heels rather deeper in the sand, "there was nothing for it but to leav...