Click, Clack, Moo Cows That Type

by Doreen Cronin, Betsy Lewin

Farmer Brown has a problem.

Works [37 plays, 6 poems, sonnets]

by William Shakespeare

THIS play, indisputably one of the earliest complete productions of Shakespeare's mind, was first printed in the folio o...

Typee

by Herman Melville

SIX MONTHS AT SEA!

Good Work, Secret Seven

by Enid Blyton

Bleak House

by Charles Dickens

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

Plays (36)

by William Shakespeare

Late in 1621 or early in 1622 two men brought to the son of a somewhat disreputable printer an idea that was to change t...

Beloved

by Toni Morrison

124 WAS SPITEFUL. Full of a baby's venom.

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...

Winsor McCay

by Winsor McCay

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...

Ramona Forever

by Beverly Cleary

"Guess what?" Ramona Quimby asked one Friday evening when her Aunt Beatrice dropped by to show off her new ski clothes a...

An outcast of the islands

by Joseph Conrad

When he stepped off the straight and narrow path of his peculiar honesty, it was with an inward assertion of unflinching...

Great Expectations

by Charles Dickens

MY FATHER'S family name being Pirrip, and my christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing lo...

Dubliners

by James Joyce

THERE WAS no hope for him tins time: it was the third stroke.

The Old Curiosity Shop

by Charles Dickens

Wuthering Heights

by Emily Brontë

1801-I have just returned from a visit to my landlord-the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.

The Scarlet Letter

by Nathaniel Hawthorne

IT IS A LITTLE REMARKABLE THAT-THOUGH DISINCLINED to talk overmuch of myself and my affairs at the fireside, and to my p...

The Crying of Lot 49

by Thomas Pynchon, Antonio-Prometeo Moya

ONE summer afternoon Mrs Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupperware party whose hostess had put perhaps too much kirsch in ...

The Picture of Dorian Gray

by Oscar Wilde

O estúdio estava tomado pelo profundo perfume das rosas e quando o suave vento estival corria por entre as árvores do ja...

Oliver Twist

by Charles Dickens

Among other public buildings in a certain town which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, it ...