Casino Royale

by Ian Fleming

The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. Then the soul-erosion produced by high...

Bleak House

by Charles Dickens

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

The House of Mirth

by Edith Wharton

Selden paused in surprise.

Schachnovelle

by Stefan Zweig

Auf dem großen Passagierdampfer, der um Mitternacht von New York nach Buenos Aires abgehen sollte, herrschte die übliche...

Записки изъ подполья

by Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский

Part I bears the subtitle 'The Underground', to which is appended an explanatory note from Dostoevsky himself: Both the ...

Dubliners

by James Joyce

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

'Salem’s Lot

by Stephen King

Almost everyone thought the man and the boy were father and son.

The Hound of the Baskervilles

by Arthur Conan Doyle

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, der sehr spät am Morgen aufzustehen pflegte (außer bei den gar nicht seltenen Gelegenheiten, da er ...

My Ántonia

by Willa Cather

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

Hamlet

by William Shakespeare

[Enter two Sentinels first, Francisco, who paces up and down at his post; then Bernardo, who approaches him.]

Up from Slavery

by Booker T. Washington

I WAS born a slave on a plantation in Franklin County, Virginia.

Through the Looking-Glass

by Lewis Carroll

One thing was certain, that the white kitten had nothing to do with it: - it was the black kitten's fault entirely.

The Old Curiosity Shop

by Charles Dickens

Walden

by Henry David Thoreau

When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in ...

Robinson Crusoe

by Daniel Defoe, J. J. Grandville

I was born in the year 1632 in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreign...

The Scarlet Letter

by Nathaniel Hawthorne

A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats intermixed with women, some wearing hood...

Flatland

by Edwin Abbott Abbott

I CALL our world Flatland, not because we call it so, but to make its nature clearer to you, my happy readers, who are p...

Julius Caesar

by William Shakespeare

1. When reading verse, note the appropriate phrasing and intonation.

Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

by Mark Twain

YOU DON'T know about me, without you have read a book by the name of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but that ain't no m...

The Prophet

by Kahlil Gibran, R. Black

Al-Mustafa, der Auserwählte und der Geliebte, der seiner Zeit ein Morgenrot war, hatte zwölf Jahre lang in der Stadt Orf...