My Ántonia

by Willa Cather

I FIRST HEARD of Antonia on what seemed to me an interminable journey across the great midland plain of North America.

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 Last Man

by Mary Shelley

I VISITED Naples in the year 1818.

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 ...

Dubliners

by James Joyce

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

Jacob's Room

by Virginia Woolf

So of course," wrote Betty Flanders, pressing her heels rather deeper in the sand, "there was nothing for it but to leav...

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 got to do with a room of one’s own?

The War of the Worlds

by H. G. Wells

Wells uses first-person narration in The War of the Worlds.

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...

Angela's Ashes

by Frank McCourt

My father and mother should have stayed in New York where they met and married and where I was born.

Carmilla

by Sheridan Le Fanu

Upon a paper attached to the Narrative which follows, Doctor Hesselius has written a rather elaborate note, which he acc...

Lord Jim

by Joseph Conrad

He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of th...

Ulysses

by James Joyce

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed...

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes [12 stories]

by Arthur Conan Doyle

I had called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year and found him in deep conversation ...

Of Human Bondage

by William Somerset Maugham

THE DAY BROKE grey and dull.

Shirley

by Charlotte Brontë

OF late years, an abundant shower of curates has fallen upon the north of England: they lie very thick on the hills; eve...

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...

Persuasion

by Jane Austen

THE following pages are the production of a pen which has already contributed in no small degree to the entertainment of...

The First Men in the Moon

by H. G. Wells