Caraval

by Stephanie Garber

It took seven years to get the letter right.

Calvin et Hobbes, tome 17

by Bill Watterson

IF YOU'RE GOING TO TEAR AROUND WITH A SQUIRT GUN, DO IT OUTSIDE!

Sundays at Tiffany's

by James Patterson, Gabrielle Charbonnet

Sunday Philosophy Club, The

by Alexander McCall Smith

ISABEL DALHOUSIE saw the young man fall from the edge of the upper circle, from the gods.

Black Sunday

by Thomas Harris

Palm Sunday

by Kurt Vonnegut

I AM A MEMBER of what I believe to be the last recognizable generation of full-time, life-time American novelists.

Legendary

by Stephanie Garber

My Gal Sunday

by Mary Higgins Clark

"'Beware the fury of a patient man,'" Henry Parker Britland IV observed sadly as he studied the picture of his former se...

Things We Never Got Over

by Lucy Score

It Ends With Us

by Colleen Hoover

Aqui sentada, com uma perna de cada lado do parapeito, a olhar para baixo, 12 andares acima das ruas de Boston, não cons...

Chicken Sunday

by Patricia Polacco, Lectorum Publications

Stewart and Winston were my neighbors.

Why Has Nobody Told Me This Before?

by Julie Smith

Picking Daisies on Sundays

by Liana Cincotti

Lapvona

by Ottessa Moshfegh

The bandits came again on Easter.

The Anthropocene Reviewed

by John Green

Died on a rainy Sunday

by Joan Aiken

Manifest

by Roxie Nafousi

Holly

by Stephen King

The Push

by Ashley Audrain

Civil War on Sunday

by Mary Pope Osborne, Sal Murdocca

Jack looked out his window.