The Street Lawyer

by John Grisham

THE MAN with the rubber boots stepped into the elevator behind me, but I didn't see him at first.

The D.C. Initiative

Original White House Cookbook

by Hugo Ziemann, F. L. Gillette

The Night Agent

by Matthew Quirk

Morgan Wade's Woman

by Amii Lorin

Forty-two years in the White House

by Irwin Hood Hoover

Double Cross

by James Patterson

Tiger prince

by Sandra Brown

Along Came a Spider

by James Patterson

EARLY ON THE MORNING of December 21, 1992, I was the picture of contentment on the sun porch of our house on 5th Street ...

Concerts from the Library of Congress, 2002-2003.

Washington, D.C. weather.

Roses Are Red

by James Patterson

BRIANNE PARKER didn't look like a bank robber or a murderer - her pleasantly plump baby face fooled everyone.

The Wall

by Eve Bunting, Ronald Himler

This is the wall, my grandfather's wall.

Fellow travelers

by Thomas Mallon

Pop Goes the Weasel

by James Patterson

GEOFFREY SHAFER, DASHINGLY outfitted in a single-breasted blue blazer, white shirt, striped tie, and narrow gray trouser...

Murder in the White House

by Margaret Truman

The radio on the helicopter was tuned to the tower frequency, and the crisp metallic voices said Air Force One was on fi...

Stillwatch

by Mary Higgins Clark

Pat drove slowly, her eyes scanning the narrow Georgetown streets.

The New Revelation

by Arthur Conan Doyle

THE subject of psychical research is one upon which I have thought more and about which I have been slower to form my op...

Erasure

by Percival L. Everett

My journal is a private affair, but as I cannot know the time of my coming death, and since I am not disposed, however u...

Divine

by Karen Kingsbury