Found 155 results for "French Novel And Short Story"
Breakfast at Tiffany's
by Truman Capote
Es zieht mich stets dorthin zurück, wo ich einmal gelebt habe, zu den Häusern, der Gegend.
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
by Roald Dahl
These two very old people are the father and mother of Mr. Bucket.
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 6....
The Sign of Four
by Arthur Conan Doyle
Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantel-piece and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco cas...
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Mr. UTTERSON the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrasse...
The Turn of the Screw
by Henry James
I remember the whole beginning as a succession of flights and drops, a little seesaw of the right throbs and the wrong.
A Tale of Two Cities
by Charles Dickens
IT WAS THE BEST of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the...
Eva Luna
by Isabel Allende
Me llamo Eva, que quiere decir vida, segun un libro que mi madre consulto para escoger mi nombre.
The Time Machine
by H. G. Wells
H. G. Wells was an astonishingly versatile and prolific writer.
Daisy Miller
by Henry James
At the little town of Vevey, in Switzerland, there is a particularly comfortable hotel.
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, an...
Nineteen Eighty-Four
by George Orwell
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
The Great Gatsby
by F. Scott Fitzgerald
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
by Lewis Carroll
ALICE was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice s...
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 ...