Bible

by Bible

So there you are, a teenager at your grandparent's house.

Heart of Darkness

by Joseph Conrad

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.

The Pilgrim's Progress

by John Bunyan

As I walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place, where was a Den, and I laid me down in t...

Lives

by Plutarch

As geographers, Sosius, crowd into the edges of their maps parts of the world which they do not know about, adding notes...

Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

by Mark Twain

YOU DON'T know about me, without you have read a book by the name of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but that ain't no m...

Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus

by Mary Shelley

YOU WILL REJOICE to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with...

Uncle Tom's Cabin

by Harriet Beecher Stowe

Very many years ago, instead of having servants to wait upon them and work for them, people used to have slaves.

Metamorphosis

by Franz Kafka

I COULD HEAR THE CARTS driving past the garden fence, sometimes I even caught sight of them through the gently shifting ...

The Taming of the Shrew

by William Shakespeare

Why, Bellman is as good as he, my lord.

Things Fall Apart

by Chinua Achebe

Okonkwo was well known throughout the nine villages and even beyond. His fame rested on solid personal achievements. As ...

Sons and Lovers

by D. H. Lawrence

"The Bottoms" succeeded to "Hell Row."

Gone With the Wind

by Margaret Mitchell

Scarlett O'Hara n'était pas d'une beauté classique, mais les hommes ne s'en apercevaient guere quand, å l'exemple des ju...

Marc Chagall

by Marc Chagall, Evgenija Petrova

The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson

by Mark Twain

The scene of this chronicle is the town of Dawson's Landing, on the Missouri side of the Mississippi, half a day's journ...

Passing

by Nella Larsen, Matthew Hodgson

It was the last letter in Irene Redfield's little pile of morning mail.

Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry

by Mildred D. Taylor

"Little Man, would you come on? You keep it up and you're gonna make us late."

Nana

by Émile Zola

At nine o'clock in the evening the body of the house at the Theatres des Varietes was still all but empty.

The Bluest Eye

by Toni Morrison

Here is the House.

Song of Solomon

by Toni Morrison

Cry, the Beloved Country

by Alan Paton

IT IS SOME eleven years since the first Author's Note was written.