Found 21,131 results for "Fiction, classics"
Heidi
by Spyri, Johanna
IN a small Swiss town in the shadow of the mountains is a path that leads, straight and steep, into the Alps.
Babbitt
by Sinclair Lewis
THE towers of Zenith aspired above the morning mist; austere towers of steel and cement and limestone, sturdy as cliffs ...
Pollyanna
by Eleanor Hodgman Porter, Porter
Miss Polly Harrington entered her kitchen a little hurriedly this June morning.
Ivanhoe
by Sir Walter Scott
In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large fo...
Dracula
by Bram Stoker
3 May. Bistritz. - Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at...
Villette, a novel
by Charlotte Brontë
My godmother lived in a handsome house in the clean and ancient town of Bretton.
The Secret Garden
by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Near everyone agreed Mary Lennox was a most disagreeable child.
White Fang
by Jack London
DARK spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway.
The Scarlet Pimpernel
by Emma Orczy
A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but ...
Ethan Frome
by Edith Wharton
I HAD the story, bit by bit, from various people and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different s...
Treasure Island
by Robert Louis Stevenson
SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Doctor Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars ab...
Middlemarch
by George Eliot, Jessica Hische
MISS BROOKE had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
The Time Machine
by H. G. Wells
H. G. Wells was an astonishingly versatile and prolific writer.
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 ...
The Enchanted Castle
by Edith Nesbit
There were three of them-Jerry, Jimmy, and Kathleen. Of course, Jerry's name was Gerald, and not Jeremiah, whatever you ...
Orlando
by Virginia Woolf
HE-for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it-was in the act of...