A Room of One's Own

by Virginia Woolf

But, you may say, we asked you to speak about women and fiction-what has that go to do with a room of one's own?

Goodnight Moon

by Margaret Wise Brown

In the great green room

Life on the Mississippi

by Mark Twain

The Mississippi is well worth reading about.

Tropic of Cancer

by Henry Miller

I am living at the Villa Borghese.

The Blind Assassin

by Margaret Atwood

Dom Casmurro

by Machado de Assis

Em Dom Casmurro convivem duas histórias.

Tintenherz

by Cornelia Funke

Rain fell that night, a fine, whispering rain.

On Writing

by Stephen King

Louisa May Alcott

by Louisa May Alcott

LOUISA MAY ALCOTT is universally recognized as the greatest and most popular story-teller for children in her generation...

The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman

by Laurence Sterne

Troilus and Cressida

by William Shakespeare

Eternal reader, you have here a new play, never staled with the stage, never clapperclawed with the palms of the vulgar,...

Emily climbs

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Emily Byrd Starr was alone in her room, in the old New Moon farmhouse at Blair Water, one stormy night in a February of ...

What if?

by Anne Bernays, Pamela Painter

NEW WRITERS OFTEN FIND BEGINNINGS DIFFICULT-WHETHER they're starting a story or a novel-because they take the word "begi...

Tartuffe

by Molière

Come, come, Flipotte, and let me get away.

Writing Fiction

by Janet Burroway, Susan Weinberg

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay

by Michael Chabon

IN LATER YEARS, holding forth to an interviewer or to an audience of aging fans at a comic book convention, Sam Clay lik...

Emily's quest

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

"No more cambric tea" had Emily Byrd Starr written in her diary when she had come to New Moon from Shrewsbury, with her ...

Tintenblut

by Cornelia Funke

Tom Sawyer Abroad

by Mark Twain

Do you reckon Tom Sawyer was satisfied after all them adventures?

A House-Boat on the Styx

by John Kendrick Bangs, Peter Newell

CHARON, the Ferryman of renown, was cruising slowly along the Styx one pleasant Friday morning not long ago, and an he p...