Sult

by Knut Hamsun

All of this happened while I was walking around starving in Christiania-that strange city no one escapes from until it h...

The Invisible Man

by H. G. Wells

THE stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the ...

Rebecca

by Daphne du Maurier

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

Le fantôme de l'opéra

by Gaston Leroux

IT was the evening on which MM. Debienne and Poligny, the managers of the Opera, were giving a last gala performance to ...

Slaughterhouse-Five

by Kurt Vonnegut

All this happened, more or less.

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...

Mrs. Dalloway

by Virginia Woolf

MRS DALLOWAY said she would buy the flowers herself.

Bleak House

by Charles Dickens

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

Poems

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Terre des hommes

by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

In 1926 I was enrolled as student airline pilot by the Latecoere Company, the predecessors of Aeropostale (now Air Franc...

A Farewell to Arms

by Ernest Hemingway

In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mount...

Life on the Mississippi

by Mark Twain

The Mississippi is well worth reading about.

For Whom the Bell Tolls

by Ernest Hemingway

Estaba tirado boca abajo, sobre una capa de agujas de pino color castaño, con la barbilla apoyada en los brazos cruzados...

Murder on the Links

by Agatha Christie

I believe that a well-known anecdote exists to the effect that a young writer, determined to make the commencement of hi...

And Then There Were None

by Agatha Christie

IN THE CORNER of a first-class smoking carriage, Mr. Justice Wargrave, lately retired from the bench, puffed at a cigar ...

David Copperfield

by Charles Dickens

WHETHER I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by any body else, these pag...

Het Achterhuis

by Anne Frank

I hope I will be able to confide everything to you, as I have never been able to confide in anyone, and I hope you will ...

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...

Tender is the Night

by F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Murder of Roger Ackroyd

by Agatha Christie

MRS. Ferrars died on the night of the 16th-17th September-a Thursday.